What a difference a joke can make.
I was at my primary physician’s office early this morning, waiting to take my yearly physical. As I looked at the exam table, I could hear the words of Jerry Seinfeld bounce around my brain:
“They have that butcher paper pulled out over the table. Sometimes I bring a pickle and put it next to me on the table, in case the doctor wants to fold the whole thing up for a to-go order.”
Now, that’s a classic story.
Posted in Celebrities, Comedy, Health, Humor, Life, New York City
Tagged butcher paper, comedy, doctor, examination, Health, Humor, Jerry Seinfeld, life, office, physical, pickle, to go order
Our office did a bit of rearranging this afternoon.
Thanks to technology, all I had to move was some files, my purse and my laptop computer. Everything else could be networked to my new desk.
I couldn’t help but compare it to reorganizations I have lived through in the past. They took much more manpower and many more hours to complete. Also, they were more mentally stressful; in today’s move, I changed locations by a factor five feet or so.
I think I can deal.
Posted in Business, decor, Environment, Humor, New Years
Tagged Business, decor, desk, environment, Humor, laptop, network, New Year's, office, reorganization, stress
For the past three days, the kitchen at my office has been overwhelmed by a strong aroma of molasses.
No one has ‘fessed up to eating waffles or pancakes, or syrup in any of its forms, but the molasses smell remains.
Then I read that today is the anniversary of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919!
Now granted, it took place in Boston’s North End. And I’ve never thought of food as having a spirit life. But…
I’m pretty sure the molasses ghosts are in our kitchen.
Posted in Business, Food, History, Humor, Life
Tagged Boston, Business, food, ghosts, Great Molasses Flood, history, Humor, kitchen, North End, office, pancakes, smells, spirits, syrup, waffles
I leave tomorrow on a seven-day, three-city business trip.
I had so many materials to bring home from the office, I had to carry them on the subway in a cardboard box.
As I was awaiting my stop, I noticed something different about my ride home. Typically New Yorkers avoid all eye contact. Tonight their eyes were darting towards me quickly, with seeming discomfort.
It suddenly hit me — they probably thought I had lost my job and the box contained my personal effects.
I thought about producing a few tears, but that seemed like bad karma.
Posted in Business, Humor, New York City, Relationships, Travel
Tagged bad karma, Business, business materials, cardboard box, discomfort, eye contact, Humor, job loss, MTA, New York City, New Yorkers, office, personal effects, rubbernecking, subway, tears, Travel
Go ahead now…
Clean it up.
Posted in Art, Business, Comedy, Commentary, Design, Humor, Life
Tagged art, Business, cleaning, commentary, design, Humor, life, office, pooping, toilet