I used to work with a guy who just wanted to sit down. That was his go-to every time something was happening. ”Let’s all just sit the hell down,”he would emphatically demand. 
It was effective. Whatever shit-storm we were in didn’t seem so bad from the lower vantage point. 
Once, we had a motivational presenter do a spiel at us in our office. They went around the room asking what everyone’s “dream job” was. My boss at the time said he wanted to own various businesses to expand his portfolio. I said I wanted to own my own theatre company. The sit down guy’s dream job? You guessed it, to sit the hell down.
“What is your dream job?”
“To sit the hell down!”
We used to make fun of him a bit. To his face, we weren’t a-holes. Now that I’m 50, I understand that guy a little more. I look at all the jobs I have had, the ones I am currently at, and the ones I may yet have and I think, “This is stupid.”
So much output, so little return. Money, success, fame, exhausting.
I want to go home, see my family and ask them to sit the hell down with me.
Barbara, our Chihuahua, needs to sit down too.
Jesse Kuntz 