A good friend of mine--whose company I'm consulting for right now--emailed me this joke.  Too funny...and kind of hit home :)

Thanks for keeping me humble, Ryan!

>       A cowboy was herding his herd in a remote pasture when suddenly
>       a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him.
>
>       The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban
>       sunglasses and YELL tie, leans out the window and asks the
>       cowboy, "If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have
>       in your herd, will you give me a calf?"
>
>       The cowboy looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at
>       his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure.  Why
>       not?"
>
>       The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer,
>       connects it to his AT&T cell phone and surfs to a NASA page on the
>       Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to
>       get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another
>       NASA satellite that scans the area in an  ultra-high-resolution
>       photo.
>
>       The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop
>       and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg,
>       Germany.  Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot
>       that the image has been processed and the data stored.
>
>       He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected
>       Excel spreadsheet with hundreds of complex formulas.  He uploads
>       all of this data via an email on his Blackberry, and after a few
>       minutes, receives a response.
>
>       Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-
>       tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to the
>       cowboy and says, "You have exactly 1586 cows and calves."
>
>       "That's right.  Well, I guess you can take one of my calves,"
>       says the cowboy.  He watches the young man select one of the
>       animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the
>       trunk of his car.
>
>       Then the cowboy says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you
>       exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?"
>
>       The young man thinks about it for a second and then says,
>       "Okay, why not?"
>
>       "You're a consultant." says the cowboy.  "Wow! That's correct,"
>       says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"
>
>       "No guessing required," answered the cowboy.  "You showed up
>       here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an
>       answer I already knew; to a question I never asked; and you
>       don't know anything about my business."
>
>       "Now give me back my DOG."