Mwaaa ha ha ha!

I love and hate to laugh at work.

I work in a small office. On a day when everyone is in there is a whopping 6 people occupying the space, and that includes me. So there is not much room to breathe or have some privacy or anything.

It can be a little tight to get away with things. I can’t leave my desk for extended periods of time. I can’t hum or make random noises. I can’t stretch. I can’t nap. I can’t do something utterly random just to change things up a bit. There is always someone there and they know what you are doing if they want to or not.

But every once in a while I sneak a chance and check emails or my regular sites and read up on random things. Most times there is something funny at some point in all of it. Like I will get an email from Nel…

I miss you cows. No smut, no fast one liners and arguments over “who misunderstands whom” and “who’s a superficial whore” and “who’s so fat” – STOP LOOKING AT ME WHILST READING THIS !

Or I will read something about how to poo at work. But it doesn’t delve into all the problems. Like if there is a single stall bathroom that is in the middle of everything. And you had a burrito for lunch but instead of the vegetables you went with the beans. And now those refried bastards are trying to fight their way out and you have been sitting clenched for 2 hours and you just can’t take it anymore. And you leisurely stride to the bathroom all nonchalant and stuff all the time hoping you don’t shart. And then you finally get there slightly relieved but a little tense. And you try to be as quick and as quiet as possible and you relax a little bit. And instead of dropping the kids off at the pool you kick a duck and that quack echoes. And you have to walk out of there all red faced and pass all the people you work with as you try not to make eye contact with anyone because you know they heard it. And…well I was told so by a friend.

Or you come across pics like these.

Or someone writes “You know what? No, not chicken butt.” I don’t know why but when I read that line I almost lost control. Well maybe it was the presentation. The title of the article was “You know what?” and then when you clicked on it and it opened the first line was “…No, not chicken butt.” What? It’s funny.

These things make my day. Especially if it has been crazy busy and some tool just blew his top at me on the phone about something I know nothing about it is good to find some humour that allows you to have some sort of release.

But the problem is that if I do actually laugh out loud people will know I am doing something that I am not supposed to. So I have to stay there and control my breathing. I get that weird cross between I ate something sour and I stepped on a nail look on my face as I try to hold it in. Also when I laugh I do a full body shake. I don’t know why I just do. So sometimes I have to roll away from my desk a bit so that I don’t start shaking it which will then shake the other desks that are attached to mine. So that means I am looking at my screen with a weird look on my face shaking and sometimes tears well up in my eyes. And mind you I have to do all of the without looking conspicuous.

Once I get the giggle out I take a deep breath and it is so relaxing like the end of a Jane Fonda workout, headbands, tights, and all.

But soon after I am snapped out of my glee by the irritating ring of the phone or some command being uttered or something popping up on my screen. The glee lingers momentarily but it never lasts and I sit there longing for those precious moments to return.

I love and hate to laugh at work.

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