be glad that your job isn't dressing in a donut suit (chocolate with rainbow sprinkles, to be precise) and standing outside dunkin donuts waving at people with your big, big gloved hands. and dancing around, sort of, and being led blindly by "handlers" wearing dunkin donuts uniforms.
(p.s. there is just the tiniest shred of dignity in wearing, say, a lobster costume. but there is none to be found in a) dressing as a donut and b) working for the satanic, bad-coffee, trashy enterprise known as dunkin donuts.)