The Stepford Office.

 

I used to have a job that was...how can I describe it? There are no words. Though Shitty would be one.

What made it worse was that you had a) Look really good, all the time; and b) pretend to be happy. Like the Stepford Office. If you didn't walk the halls with a smile on your face, you'd get called in to the office where it would be suggested that, "...perhaps [you aren't] happy here..."  

After a few months, a co-worker clued me in. "When you're here, you need to imagine baskets of tiny, tiny, cute kittens. You need to prepare every presentation for the Itteh Bitteh Kitteh Commiteh." Try it today.

 

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[Sue]

I appear to be happier already!