I was 22. My friend, Kevin, was 19. The crew chief was 40 and it was his birthday. He had a crew of almost 20 guys unloading office furniture from a semi-truck in the middle of the night and setting it up to be ready the next morning. The crew chief loved being in charge, bossing everyone around, and particularly loved verbally abusing Kevin for no good reason. We were in a long line, moving desks down the hall loaded with four-wheel dollies and the boss was ripping into my friend for the umpteenth time that night. I decide to shout some encouragement to Kevin so that that everyone can hear it, “Don’t take it personally, Kevin. If you’re 40 years old and still moving desks in the middle of the night on your birthday, you are going to be in a bad mood, too” The whole line started laughing and the boss’s face turned red as he tried to explain between expletives how I (and my friend Kevin) didn’t know what success was and would never amount to anything. He was right. I never succeeded in the furniture moving business and had to settle for IT.