When I get to stop…no, when I choose to stop….working at the Post Office…I will be doing this dance as I escape out the back door on my last day.

That’s the way it’s going to be.

That’s how I am going to roll.

Until then, though, I am going to be a good and consistent employee.

I will be an employee who carries the vision of my final dance in my head.

That secret vision will get you through a great deal of discomfort.

The “secret smile”.