At the end of every workday, I turn to the colleague that sits next to me and say:
Another day. Another dollar.
And then I laugh out loud at my own joke.
She smiles. Or ignores me. She has grown tired of this joke by now.
The moral of this story is that I need more and better idioms to weave into my language. I need to be able to throw "It's like inviting a dog into a meat truck" or "Even a broken clock is right twice a day" into a casual conversation with my boss.
And that is what I am focusing all my attention on right now. That, and leftover Thai food.