A man, a plan, a canal, Pandemonium!

For this year's attempt at mastering stress in the workplace I have a diabolical plan so cunning you could pin a tail upon it and call it a weasel.

I call it "The Flanders Offensive".

Be unflappably kind and cheerful. It freaks people out, but this really is a philosophically-correct strategy. Besides, it just might bring my own blood pressure down so I don't have those inanely realistic dreams about work that I think should count against my billable quota for the day.

(Bad attitude?  You're soaking in it!)