They give you a lavish laptop that you grow to love, as you type feverishly away at it... and then... you get a little annoyed by the sudden lack of power, and then, dismissingly, you continue to type, but then, then, you get annoyed as it gives you your third consecutive error message, oh no, oh no indeed, as you contemplate your excuse due to this technological disaster that transpired. Typing away again, you feel a bit irritated by the constant acn connection and big brother program on the computer, but you dismiss that as a typical corporate occurence and worth the price of admisson. Is it? Oh yes. Certainly. Then you type away a little more, and think to yourself, my laptop is my dear friend, not quite like a wife, cause the porn sites are not to be accessed, but you love it anyway, for it allows you to complete your deliverables on time, and that, really, is all that matters, even though these deliverables are simply pieces of a greater puzzle, unless you are in management consulting, which they don't give to most analysts, but wait, that's where you are, so be happy about that, but be ready to really love that machine, your dear friend, your love in life, your laptop computer.