Perspective
Yesterday one of my co-workers asked me "How come you're always so cheerful?"
I hear you laughing. Stop it. There was a perfectly good reason for this seemingly-ridiculous question. I was in the middle of giving her a pep talk, providing sage and useful advice. You're still laughing, aren't you? I knew you wouldn't listen.
"Easy, dear co-worker," I said, adjusting my halo. "When [Redacted] has a bad day at work, the House passes a bill granting the President unprecedented spying powers. When [Also Redacted] has a bad day at work, dissident journalists are imprisoned in China. When I have a bad day at work, it's because a woman walked into the office carrying a dead mouse and she is asking for money so that she can bury it."
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