I'M NO SCIENTIST, BUT I THINK FENG SHUI IS PART OF THE ANSWER

Dilbert turns to alternative ways to survive the modern-day workplace in this gut-busting collection of comic strips following Optimism Sounds Exhausting. What do the arts of yoga, feng shui, and Irish dance have in common? They can?t save you from a gnawing dissatisfaction with your job. Luckily, our favorite office cog has a few tricks up his sleeve. Armed with a wearable brain stimulator and ingestible nanorobots, Dilbert discovers how to outpace stress, boredom, and sitting-induced early death. He may be a cyborg with a fake personality, but meetings are more tolerable than ever. ?Once every decade, America is gifted with an angst-ridden anti-hero, a Nietzschean nebbish, an us-against-the-universe everyperson around whom our insecurities collect like iron shavings to a magnet. Charlie Chaplin. Dagwood Bumstead. Charlie Brown. Cathy. Now, Dilbert.? ?The Miami Herald ?Confined to their cubicles in a company run by idiot bosses, Dilbert and his white-collar colleagues make the dronelike world of Kafka seem congenial.? ?The New York Times ?In every major company, Dilbert is plastered all over. He reflects the human condition of this generation of workers.? ?San Francisco Chronicle