If you don’t laugh, you’ll go crazy. I tell myself this when I witness some of the ridiculousness at my job. For instance, someone who wanted cinnamon in his coffee headed straight for the front desk to report the cinnamon shaker was missing one morning. I asked one of the girls at the front desk if this guy were kidding. I couldn’t believe he took the time to complain about a lack of cinnamon – talk about being needy and not having his priorities straight.
The other comical incident occurred this morning in my daily, awkward walk past my former stalker on the way to my desk. His desk is a mere six feet from mine, so I notice things such as his musical tastes (he jammed to house music while working yesterday – tell me THAT wasn’t annoying) and his hygiene habits. Today, he’s wearing enough cologne to kill a horse. It was the first thing I noticed today. I can’t tell if he’s trying to impress someone (he has been getting friendly with a temp in Marketing), or if he’s hinting at what I might be missing by not giving him a chance. Oh, how I lust after you, you freak, who wears camouflage pants to the office! How desirable you seemed when you casually opened your glove compartment while I rode in your car and revealed your stash of condoms! How cool you seem when you tap your foot, off beat, to the techno music played at your desk! I know I’m mean, but I want to punch him in the face for being such a loser.
If you don’t laugh at co-workers’ nuances, such as burping on the other side of my cubicle wall, clipping your fingernails at your desk, or chewing so loudly that I wonder if you have an asphalt grinder for a jaw, then you’ll drive yourself crazy by becoming annoyed. Sure, the hours spent at the office comprise most of the waking day, but you’d better make the most of it, or you’ll pull a Milton and set fire to the whole place.