Is the healthy state of disgust towards the bullshit and bureaucracy of the office that will save a henchgoon
from spending the rest of his/her life crammed into a veal-fattening pen
, repeating the same mindless and never-ending routine ad infinitum. When office repulsion gives way to comfort zone laziness: GAME OVER!
: “Could you do something I ask you just once with a smile on your face??”
Newbie temp-henchgoon: “No can do! I need to keep my office repulsion up or I’ll turn into a sad bastard like you and I’ll still be here in twenty years, grinning stupidly and deluding myself into thinking everything is just terrific!”