Lamentations of a loser. I try to help him have fun on the job, and all he can do is sneer and snarl. Life is too short, Jon ,to spend it doing something you don't really love. I don't inspire you? Then get the fuck out! Go starve in the street. Good riddance, jackass. The rest of you, start smiling. I want to hear you singing while you work. Now get back to your cubicles. You can stay late to pick up the slack for Jon. Now you get to have your fun and his too. Smile, Sweetie, or you're next. Any fucking questions?