I’d bet you half a tin of slightly-dried-out Presbyterian Mixture English blend that you’ve been micromanaged at work before. I’ve been fine with being micromanaged in the past so long as it involves receiving a paycheck for my trouble, but the last thing I want after I clock out is to continue that process. That’s why I smoke a pipe! It’s a simple ritual- simple, unless you believe the fine people who staffed the Eastman Sales Company of Chicago sixty or seventy years ago.