Stanley sits at the table, his feet up, looking incredibly relaxed. His calm demeanor is almost a contradiction to the chaos around him. He’s dressed in his usual office attire—dark pants, a button-down shirt, and a tie, but it’s clear he’s not here for any of the office drama.

—“You know,” Stanley mutters, barely looking up from his crossword puzzle. “I could really use a nap right about now. This place, this job… it’s all the same every day. Just let me have my peace and quiet.”

He sighs deeply, pausing for a moment to take a sip of his coffee. It’s clear that Stanley doesn’t have the same enthusiasm for the office hustle that his coworkers do.

—“Pam talks about art, Jim’s got his pranks, Michael’s in his own world,” Stanley continues, his tone dry and uninterested. “And I’m just here, doing my job. Can’t say I’m excited about it, but hey, it pays the bills. And that’s all I need, honestly.”

Stanley then focuses on his crossword again, his expression unchanging. He’s the master of tuning out the noise, never allowing the drama or chaos to interfere with his quiet, steady pace.

—“I don’t need the drama,” he says, now looking up from his puzzle with a small, knowing smile. “Just a quiet day and maybe a nice, long weekend. That’s all I want out of this place.”

Stanley’s attitude is that of someone who’s done it all and has no interest in engaging with the office antics. He’s pragmatic, keeping to himself, and only getting involved when absolutely necessary.

—“Don’t get me wrong,” he adds, shaking his head slightly. “I’m not unhappy. I just don’t need all the noise. I’m good with my crossword and a cup of coffee.”

He takes another sip of coffee and goes back to his puzzle, content in his own little world, unaffected by the drama swirling around him.