I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
Sigh! Where's the marauder's map? I could use it to find a way out of this office and the labyrinth of traffic outside.

Normalcy is death, says Adorno

Nod. Smile. Nod. Smile.hmmmm. right. Ummhmm! Smile, nod.
^%^@%&(*@&*@^ ? oh..achcha, ok. Hmm, nod.
Can I have your card? Great, sure. Smile (/Icy smile – depends.)
The above exercise – twice or thrice a day (Again, depends.)

Then,
Smile with a partly interested-lightly amused expression. At times, do laugh. But don’t worry about sounding bored/tolerant/hollow or having yeah-and-i-am-pablo Picasso look, because your boss never actually sees you, leave alone listen to you.

Then,
A genuine smile to the office boy – apart from being your man Friday, he is the only one who seems to understand your aversion to ACs.

Then,
A late night call to your best friend – crib session cum gossip.

Anytime in the middle, if you can snatch a couple of minutes before the ‘moron mughead’ - as she has christened your snooty superior – monopolises the computer, check a few blogs and ahh, gmail.