Laugh Quota…

 

Sometimes I just want to laugh…

You know, that big gi-normous belly laugh that makes your eyes water and your head hurt just a little bit and your tummy feel a little queasy.

I think there is a laugh quota.

Like all of us think there is a speeding ticket quota for cops that they have to get out by the end of the month, I think there is a laugh quota that we all have. By the end of the month, if we haven’t laughed X-number of times, then we are more stressed out than the average Joe.

·         The You-Tubes of the babies sitting in their high chairs laughing their little Huggie-clad asses off make me feel better.

·         The sit-coms that don’t really make sense but have really good writers that come up with the one-liner that will be repeated around the office in the morning make me feel a tad bit more sane.

·         The Twitter I get from guys like smartasshat that makes me giggle like a little girl and I feel like an average human being.

Laughing is a physical manifestation of our brains way of telling our psyches that we enjoyed something. And enjoyment is something we all seek on a minute-to-minute basis. It just doesn’t seem we achieve it enough.

I think I need to invent a laugh remote that is connected directly to that portion of our brain.

I would be laughing all the way to the bank…

That’s what it’s all about…

I love my boss’ boat!

I have never ridden on it. I think I have only seen it once. But I love it nonetheless…

You see, the boat is the reason that he has only been in the office for 15 minutes this entire week and virtually non-existent for at least the last three weeks. This is why I love the boat. So much so that if I was a boat I would marry it and have a whole gaggle of little rowboats with it.

My boss, I will call him Spazman, is a very hard man to work for because he is… well… exactly that… a Spaz.

Have you ever known a person who is always going at 112 miles per hour and expects you to keep up with them? Spazman is one of those! The problem is that his brain can think up shit faster than anyone can put his ideas into motion so I feel like one of those plate jugglers. But not a very good plate juggler. Actually more like an amateur plate juggler with one broken arm in a room full of cats and rocking chairs.

I affectionately call Spazman’s management style, “Hokey-Pokey Management”. You know… ok, let’s see… put your right foot in… no, no, no, put your right foot out… wait… put it back in and shake it all about…

But, thanks to the boat, I have had a reprieve lately and I have actually finished a few projects.

If it weren’t for Twitter, I would almost be caught up by now…