Quoth the what-would-Cammie-do Magic 8 Ball: Go jogging. Regularly. That way next time your job requires you to range-test something [read: plop gadget on mailbox, plop computer on mailbox, go 5n feet from mailbox, click the clicky, sprint back to see if the computer knows the clicky's been clicked, n = n + 1, lather rinse repeat until the computer stops noticing the clicky—am very glad it gave up at a hundred-some feet instead of the several hundred it was supposed to be], it won't hurt so damn much after.

Also: in which kippurbird tries to be emo.