For the majority of the hours you spend in front of your computer screen at cell block cubicle number 1,000,678, you fantasize about leaving the premises. This can lead you to sit in a way that looks like you’re prepared to jump out of your seat in preparation for a fire drill. It can also make you ill-equipped to talk to anyone without saying something incoherent because of the metaphorical bit you’ve been champing at ever since you arrived at the office.
Sometimes, you might even find yourself actually gritting your teeth the way a horse might against its bit–the difference being, of course, that you don’t actually have a bit. But at least you have dental insurance to help with all the teeth-grinding that allows you to relieve tension while you stare at the clock.