People should only hire unhappy people to work. Or, losers. Perfect employee would be unhappy losers.
It is Friday evening and I'm working, not even from pressure of having so much to do! Just because I'm angry and have to hide it by working.
Instead of The Incredible Hulk, I have created a new super hero - The Incredible Teacake.
In normal mode, she is a coconut doormat with "Welcome" printed in bright orange happy letters.In smaller letters, bright pink - the words say "go on and dig those heels in!" It always makes people smile and they follow the instruction with great enthusiasm.
Occasionally, Doormat begins to sneeze with the level of dirt and unwanted debris that is being pushed onto her. She knows it's her life's purpose, yet still, just that one pair of too many high heels, pushes her over the door step.
Bits of thread stretch and rip, the yellow turns red like fire, until suddenly you hear a big loud PING.
The Ping from an Easy Bake oven. There right before your eyes is a giant Teacake. Round, warm, smelling of raisins and on the top unusually for a Teacake, a pile of white frosting.
Teacake growls and runs off into the woods - leaving dieters and skinny people fearing for their weight.
That's how pointless and without ambition my anger is. A Giant Teacake.
Cue soft sad music as I fling my recipe book across my shoulder and walk down the bakery aisle in Shaws.