Probably the same guy who's not even out of bed yet and already he can't wait to get home from work tomorrow. He's been written up for being late five times in one week and says, "Great! That means it's Friday." He thinks, "Work never killed anyone, but why take the chance?" Chances are, he won't get far in life.
The idea that if you do what you love, you'll never work a day in your life is mostly true, but I love (most of) what I do and yet, many days still feel a lot like work. I'm fine with that, because it's also true that opportunity is dressed in overalls and looks (and feels) like work.
