“On a scale of 1 to 10 what is your happiness score,” my boss demanded.  My boss was a German engineer who drank far too much coffee.  Some mornings when he was highly caffeinated, he would barge in my office and demand to know my happiness score.  His sentiment was well intended even though his delivery was abrasive.  On the day I resigned, I began the conversation by saying, “My happiness score is a 2.”