In spite of the interminable misery that sets in after years of prolonged existence inside of a cubicle, you can make it work to your aesthetic advantage by adopting the perfect sexy pout, timelessly fashionable black clothing (that no one ever seems to realize you’re wearing for mourning the loss of your college existence) and an angst-ridden manner of smoking a cigarette while taking five in front of your building.
This sort of seasoned irascibility can’t be cultivated by just anyone. It takes the distinct dissatisfaction of working in an office to achieve looking like Atlas–without the luxury of shrugging. While it is one of the few small perks of suffering through corporate, it’s the closest you’ll get to looking effortlessly moody without living in France.