I've never done one of these things before, never even looked at a forum like this, but I guess it’s late and my wife's asleep and the dog snores louder than a tractor so I can't really think straight sometimes, you know? (He's a good dog though, golden retriever, big oaf.) Anyway, the thing is, I'm the CEO of this company, a big one for around here anyway, not like some New York bigshot but for our county, yeah, it’s a big deal. Everyone knows who I am, what I do. And I've worked my whole life for this, really. Came up from nothing, farm kid, parents always said you gotta work hard, make something of yourself. And I did. I really did. But lately… well, it’s not really lately, it's been going on for a while now, probably years. See, I keep this stash. In my desk. Not booze, not anything like that. Just instant noodles. The cheap kind, you know? The ones that cost like 30 cents a packet. I hide them under a stack of old reports, like nobody would ever look there. And when everyone's gone, when it’s just me and the night cleaning crew, sometimes not even them, just me in that big office with all the fancy wood and the view of the grain silos (which are kinda pretty at sunrise actually, but that's beside the point). I'll pull out a packet. And I'll eat them. Cold. Just crunch them up dry, sometimes sprinkle the seasoning on top, sometimes not. Just… eat them. It's stupid, right? I make good money. More than I ever thought possible. My wife always says I work too much, and she’s probably right, but it's hard to just switch it off, especially when you feel like you're always trying to prove something. And the thought of someone, anyone, seeing me, the big boss, eating something like that… it just feels wrong. Like I'd be found out for what I really am, or something. Like I don't belong, even after all these years. It’s a dumb thing to worry about, I know. But then I think about all the times I passed up on family dinners because of a "late meeting" that was really just me staring at spreadsheets and then crunching on those dry noodles. And it makes me wonder what exactly I've been working for all this time, and if it was even worth it. And if maybe everyone else knows anyway, knows I’m just a guy in a suit eating dry noodles in the dark.