Via SMBC comes this important lesson about when to be enthusiastic about your job and when not to.

It seems to me that it’d be unfair to be a woman with huge perky breasts, like the character above, and work in the brassiere section of a store. Then every time a woman with small boobs comes in and tries to buy a bra to help her pad her chest, you get something sold by this girl and you know that she can’t relate to your plight. It’s like going to a cancer doctor when you have cancer…he doesn’t have cancer but he’s trying to tell me this gargoyle growing on my prostate is dangerous? Psh, how would he know?