Chet, forties, drinks from the water cooler.
Chet: I managed not to do any work today. It's not even a Friday. I took over a two hour lunch. I went and saw a movie, one of those action films where everything explodes except the main characters. I supervise the admin group here. It requires very little management, hence, the movie. I smoked a joint before going into the theater. I'm still kind of high. I manage a group of twelve. Our section handles time keeping, supply orders, conference booking and general administrative duties for the Customer Quality Assurance Sector. I'm sorry. I'll stop. I know it's boring. But that's kind of my life here. It's funny, about eight years ago I realized that I was never going to do anything noteworthy. I'm not an artist or an intellectual or technically inclined. I'm not really good with people but I don't rock the boat either. Folks don't love me but they don't hate me either. I just drift, man. I like this job because it requires very little of me. When I go home I drink a beer, smoke some weed, eat some pizza, and watch cable --good stuff. Brenda, my ex-wife, left me because she told me I had no ambition. I agreed and then I asked her, "what's wrong with that?" She didn't give me an answer, or should I say, she couldn't give me and answer. People make such a big deal about improving and achieving and making a difference but really I don't get it. What's wrong with the way things are? Those people, the world better placers, are just lying to themselves anyway. You think volunteering once a year to clean up some park is really gonna make a difference? Here's what it is: those fuckers just want to be important. They wanna be known and have a lot of money. They want get interviewed by Terry Gross or be on television or have a school named after them. It's a big load of crap. I already got everything that I want and I didn't even have to bust my ass to get it. Can you say that?