Chuck tried office jobs for a while, but he couldn’t stand the pressure—the social pressure, that is. If there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that people are schemers, and Chuck’s never been particularly adept at scheming. Water cooler conversations went over his head. Sometimes people scrawled cruel things about him on the bathroom walls. His immediate superior, Lucille, once dangled a promotion in front of his face, then gave it to someone else at the last minute. No, the cutthroat culture of the American corporate world was not for Chuck.
Now he works from home as a consultant, which he much prefers. He gets to wear a t-shirt and shorts every day. The only other life-form he has to encounter is his beagle, Snoopy IV. Chuck’s never been particularly creative at naming. This life is as close to paradise as Chuck can imagine. When he watches the news and he sees all the troubling things going on in the world, only one thought crosses his mind: “good grief.”