Play time

While I often times would like to maybe have Naptime at work I will admit the play time is nice.

Okay technically there is no schedualed play time, But I have some anyway. Like today while washing dishes, which isn't my job, actually it appears it's nobodies job anymore in one section of the kitchen, because despite needing one they no longer pay one. So anyway I'm doing the washing, and gathering a hand full of suds from ontop and clap my hands so they explode everywhere.

And yesterday when Bob was having trouble because he had nobody to help on the line, and then there was nobody to cover for Pasta bar while the woman was needed elsewhere, and there was nobody to do dishes at stirfry. I did those thing on top of doing the pantry stuff I usually do. So I snarked about I am nobody.

I was dancing to no music the other day and got somebody to laugh. I make jokes and sarcastic comments to students all the time in fun. And occassionally I deep fry origami.

The thing about this is that I'm sure beyond a doubt that there are some people who work in the kitchen that would never dare do such things. But why?

I mean others laugh and I laugh and the mood of the place in general picks up. It allows me to find the fun and wonder of anything if I can clap my hand and proclaim "Bubbles!".

It's no hinderance to productivity, and can even help it by helping mood and morale.

But some fear appearing childish or worry what others might think about them.

Quite frankly if people are that worried about a grown person enjoying bubbles in the sink while they work or dancing a cardboard box into the recycle bin then they've found a far worse waste of time than I have. Worrying about being productive and enjoying existance is like worrying about pretty flowers and such.

I declare today and forever more, playtime.
take care of yourselves,
Roving jack.