For the most part, there is no competition between X and I when it comes to Job Satisfaction. We both like what we do and are fully cognizant that what we do brings equal value to our little family thingie that we have going on here.
X's boss man doesn't scream bloody fucking murder in Surround Sound every morning just outside his shower door. His boss doesn't beg for sips of his coffee. His boss doesn't randomly pinch his nipples throughout the day. His boss doesn't grind bits of cheese into our carpet. Hell's Bells, X doesn't even have to kiss his boss's ass, much less wipe it.
I need a pay raise.