I was sitting on the bus thinking about day jobs for odd individuals and felt the need to doodle Frank N. Stein.  
(Because you can't just go by "monster", unless you are an REM CD.) 
I imagine he finds the daily grind soul (and maybe body) crushing.
Especially without the coversheets on his TPS reports.
 
But at night maybe he goes home and tap dances in front of the mirror.
And maybe sings "King of Comedy" while repeatedly hitting himself.
Or hums "Circus Envy" while setting up pranks on his housemates.
...And probably, through it all, he laments his tie-length.