NOT!

Good morning, friends. I woke up at 2:45, needing the bathroom, and just didn’t bother going back to sleep.

I guess I am a morning person, now. So weird.

I figure this way, I can leave myself enough time to get around in the snow.

I do feel sleepy, though. My meds usually kick in pretty quickly and give me a little boost, but I took them not long ago.

I am excited to go to work everyday. It’s nice.

It makes a difference when your coworkers are awesome. It makes a huge difference. I mean, there’s always going to be one or two who aren’t so hot, but that’s any place. You can’t please everyone.

I generally get along with people. I think I’m easy to get along with. I’m a good worker, I’m not petty or micromanaging.

People don’t always get my sense of humor, though, I don’t think. That’s one thing that made me question whether Amy wasn’t right about me being on the spectrum.

I’m so deadpan sometimes, I think people must not know I’m kidding.

N asked me if I could do something the other day, and I said “No,” and even though my tone (in my estimation) was facetious, I think he thought I was serious. And I just felt dumb, thinking to myself, I shouldn’t even try. Same thing happened one day with DE. Also David, actually.

On a lot of people, my humor falls flat.

Evan seems to get me, though. Actually, he laughs sometimes even when what I’ve said really isn’t that funny. Must be a generation thing.

Sherrie and Sherry B get my jokes, too. They are baby boomers. Roughly my parents’ age.

My friend Lori, and again, we’re very close in age, down to the month.

J from the same place. He used to laugh, too, even when my jokes were not that funny. We were fairly close in age.

He and Lori were the two people in the entire building who understood all of my pop culture references.

It’s got to be generational. Shared experience. Something to do with commonality.

The closest in age to me at the Hutch that I know of is A, who is 43. I usually forget he’s a year younger than me. Until he starts complaining about being old. Then I’m like, “Hey!”

I suspect David is close to my age, though, also. And Ray.

You know who does get my humor, though, oddly enough? The kid.

I mean, I suppose there is always the possibility that what I’ve said simply isn’t funny. It can’t be that everything I think is funny is actually funny.

Maybe the people who laugh are just being polite.

You can tell the difference between genuine and fake laughter, though.

Derek and I are days apart in age. Does he laugh at my jokes? I think so. I spend so much time laughing at his jokes and silliness that I’m not really paying attention. He really is quite funny.

A sense of humor is important to me. Nasty or no sense of humor was a deal breaker, back in the day, when it came to the company I kept. It was my dad’s sense of humor that helped me through the worst times of my life.

Some people just have it naturally, like Derek and Desmond. Others must work at it, like me, probably. If you’re working at it, though, that counts, as far as I’m concerned.

I tried to explain the concept of mindset to Desmond yesterday, when he became emotional about his Rube Goldberg machine not working 100% of trials. I told him he needed to change his mindset.

The machine worked with some tweaking. Supports in place. Without them, it didn’t. He was hyper fixated on what hadn’t worked, declaring the whole thing a waste of time.

I wonder if there’s a book for kids about mindset. I could write a whole separate post about mindset.

And, yes, I recognize that I should take my own advice and change my mindset. But thank you for pointing it out. 😉

I can’t believe it, but it’s about that time. Have a super day, my peeps. Drive safely. Thanks for reading.

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