A confidante noted that I've gotten sarcastic. It's a weakness of mine, brought out by paperwork, long hours, and stress. On the way in from the parking garage, though, the birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and the helicopter landed right overhead, which, call me crazy, has always reminded me why I love this job.
Intern year, I will yet conquer thee and remain at least somewhat compassionate. But thanks for the reminder, I need it.