Happiness. Such an odd word when you work for the DMV. Every once in a while some young punk will mug for the camera when I take their photo, but I just scowl and retake the picture.

I couldn't tell you the last time I felt happy. I'm not saying my job is bad, just boring, and boredom can do strange things to the mind.

Like a power converter that changes direct current into alternating current, I turned my boredom into apathy.

My boss was an overweight, vindictive woman, who used to bring food in for the clerks every Wednesday. At first, we thought it was a nice gesture, until Tom said that he didn't like her crab puffs. The change in her demeanor was total and terrifying.

Tom didn't work there much longer. He just didn't show up one day.