Once upon a time, I bought a domain name and uploaded a crapton of photos and then didn’t touch the site again for two months.
Lately, I’ve been super impressed with how well my friend Whitney manages her site, Wit & Travesty. Yesterday at lunch, we got to talking about how frustrating it can be to manage a site and come up with regular content, especially when you’re just starting out. She recommended picking a day of the week and coming up with a fun topic for that day, and she suggested “Frustration Fridays.”
If you know me at all, you know I’m always down for a good rant sesh. Buckle up, my dudes. It’s time for Frustration Friday.
Something that has really bugged me this week is people who have no concept of spatial awareness. Granted, I’m not the best—it usually takes me about ten years to make a left-hand turn—but I feel like I’m OK around real people and not automotive death machines.
If you’re standing in a hall or near a doorway and somebody needs to get by, move your butt!
The paper towel dispensers at work are always either jammed or empty. I don’t think it would bother me so much if the paper towels got refilled regularly, but there’s nothing worse than going to wash your hands at 8:30 in the morning and there are no paper towels.
Dexter’s Frustrations: Bad Jokes
My frustration right now is simple. I am not a paragon of comedy. I am not a good example of concise and relevant speech at all times.
That being said, some people don’t understand how to communicate their humor or excitement.
I don’t send a joke or reaction unless I feel it meets a certain standard of care. Some people think that a non-sequitur is the equivalent of a joke. Some people think nonsense is absurdist. Humor, while not exclusive in day-to-day interpersonal relationships, or fair to regulate, is still not a universal talent.
My jokes aren’t gold. Sometimes they aren’t even funny enough to register as a joke, and I know it. In spite of that, the reason my humor is successful in influencing others is that I care about what I’m saying.
Jokes are great, but not all the time and not in every place.
When someone asks directions to a place, save your jokes until after the person asking feels heard. The moment a joke gets in the way of a real need or blocks someone’s view, it is no longer funny.
This, of course, is all about workplace humor. I’m so friggin’ tired.