Snoopy Dance of Joy

I woke up this morning with the biggest grin on my face. The day progressed, and I just got happier and happier. I then went and looked at the broken machine....it was still broken, and I did the snoopy dance of joy. Its weird how much anger and frustration a repetitive and pointless task can cause. Now, the broken machine is not the only reason my work is causing me stress, but for now, a few days away from that particular form of torture is doing me a world of good.

Doing the snoopy dance