Humor in the workplace

I can't wait to do this at work ...

200,000 and counting

Well... It looks like old Betsy has finally made it to the 200,000+ mile club. I feel like she deserves a trophy or something. Maybe a new set of tires even. -nah.
Although she still gets me from point a to point b she is clearly starting to show her age. We actually have a lot in common in our old age. For example... She doesn't start without a lil gas in her. Similar to me needing coffee before I move in the mornings.
I'm sure she won't last me another 200 tho but for now we will just keep on truckin.

Alive and kick in'

For those of you who may be wondering if I'm alive or not - I am. Unfortunately my computer is reacting similarly to if it got ran over by a large bus full of screaming children. Fortunately I got a fancy new phone and a new app which will hopefully make posting a little easier... Time will tell.

cool. calm. collected.

Lately I must say I have somewhat been resembling Ms. Frizzle (aka Ms Frazzled). As my childhood hero at age five I think it was much more acceptable then twenty years later. Then again... who said being a quarter of a century old was supposed to be calm and collected? No Thanks. Sounds a bit boring if I do say so myself.

Instead I will embrace the hustle and bustle of my every day life. After all., your only young once.

Greetings

This morning Ol' Betsy decided to greet me with a 90% flat front passenger tire.
No surprises when they pulled a nice long nail out.

Figures.

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The Grudge vs. Holding a Grudge

I can recall sitting in that large pine to the west of my childhood home when I was about ten years old. I was an avid tree climber and my sister and I were enjoying a cup of imaginary tea at the tiptop of this tree which still stands tall. My mother stood at the base and hollered for us to come down, as she often did. I told her to hold on while I had just one more cup of tea. As I reached back for the "kettle" I fell - down, down down. Spinning around each branch and finally landing at the feet of my Mother.

Without a scratch, bump, or bruise I walked off.

15 years later I'm not certain if the fall is to blame, but I have clearly developed some lapse in my memory.  Perhaps this may not be such a bad thing. . . 

Dear Jesse White

Dear Jesse White,

I have somewhat diligently followed your rules of the road safety instructions.

I may have had the occasional rolling stop.

It is plausible that I sent a  "quick" text message which prevented me from keeping my hands in the "10-2" position.

I might have used my cell phone in a work or school zone, but it fit my definition of an emergency.

And my backup light is possibly burnt out.

Ok. . . So maybe I'm not the best driver in the 4-country area, but did I really deserve to get rear ended yesterday? I mean after all I was just sitting at a stoplight minding my own business.

Just add it to the list of injuries for ol' betsy. As for this body? I'll just walk it off.

After she (thank you for giving girls a bad driving rep) struck my bumper we pulled over in the nearest parking lot. She was in tears and sobbing hysterically. I felt sorry for her (that's the social worker in me) so I told her not to worry about it. Nothing major and I didn't have time to wait around for a police report. . . Not my most responsible move, but lets face it, I only had 329 days until the end of the world (or so the Mayans think) and I really didn't want to waste it on a police report.

So we went our separate ways, which was actually the same way since we were on a 1-way street. The interesting part of the story is that I was actually on my way to the police department for work. So I can only imagine her thoughts when she saw me turn my blinker on and ease into the police parking lot. Karma.

A.M.P.U.T Double E

As many of you may have come to realize by now I have trouble sleeping. Lately I have been making it a habit (like clockwork actually) to wake up at 3:30am.I am up, alert, and ready for something thrilling to happen.

Thus far, there hasn't been too much action at 3:30am. Until today that is. Today I decided to be productive. This including registering for summer graduate classes as well as  planning out my fall semester.  I mean, after all, it was only 11:30pm in Hawaii and people were probably still partying. Figured registering for classes was the least I could do.

However, after a short time, I became bored with this task (as I often do) and decided to instead engage in one of my more passionate past-times - wandering aimlessly around the Internet at the click of a single button. Well today I came across something rather inspiring that I would like to share.

This is a photo of Josh Sundquist. He was just nine years old when his left leg was amputated due to bone cancer. He took up skiing at age 13, and was a member of the 2006 U.S. Paralympic Ski Team. Josh is also the founder of a social networking site for amputees, LessThanFour. And he wrote a best selling book called  Just Don’t Fall: How I Grew Up, Conquered Illness, and Made it Down the Mountain.

Many of you who are less sheltered then I may have already been aware of this but that’s not all. Did you know that Sundquist is a rapper, a dancer, and a wit? I am very thankful that I cannot relate to this on a more direct level, however, I thought it was pretty inspiring. Plus, I thought the rap was pretty catchy. How awesome to have such amazing accomplishments AND a sense of humor at the same time!

 The Amputee Rap.