Work could be fun if you had it in you...

There is something that I have always wanted to do, something that I think would make fun look so small and insignificant that it would sulk off into the corner to frown, and maybe cry a little...

This something came to mind when I was informed by the dark forces of the workplace, that I must wear a hat when I work. I hate hats, I loathe them, I hold such a contempt for them that I... well I just don't like them very much. But what I know would be a great time to be had by any party that is forced to wear the devils spawn to work in, is to find as many random, crazy, ape, barmy, bats in the belfry, batty, berserk, bonkers, cracked, crazed, cuckoo, daft, delirious, demented, deranged, dingy, dippy, erratic, flaky, flipped, flipped out, freaked out, fruity, idiotic, insane, kooky, lunatic, mad, mad as a March hare, mad as a hatter (HA HA), maniacal, mental, moonstruck, nuts, nutty, nutty as fruitcake, out of one's tree, out to lunch, potty, psycho, round the bend, schizo, screw loose, screwball, screwy, silly, unbalanced, unglued, unhinged, unzipped, wacky hats that one could find, and wear them on different days...

Of course this sounds like a blast, but the real fun of it would be when you took on the personality of the hat that you were wearing that day... Turban; here comes Ahali Yokalch. Cowboy hat; say hello to John Wayne. A Yarmulke; here comes our Jewish friend. Knights helmet; sir Snootalot at your service fair maiden... and so on a so forth...

Just imagine what fun you could have working all day with a space helmet on...

Sing alongs...

So there are times, when driving in the car, that songs come on the radio that you can't help but bob your head to and shout the words out as you move along the streets...

Your co-riding-passenger-friend might think that you have something wrong with your head for singing out loud, or at least wish that you had taken singing lessons. But there is another side to these events that have struck a distantly harsh chord in my innermost being... distant being a key word there...

What I found out is that this practically normal thing for a "sane" person to do, is seen in a completely different light from observers on the outside of the car...

The problem is this: the sound from the speakers are down in the lower end of the car doors, and do not face outside of the car, for purely good electrical anti-shocking reasons when it rains, smart engineers. This creates a problem when the sound does not make its way to the ears of those listening outside, but your voice, being right at the level of the open window, comes booming out to their waiting ears...

Thus, you have the pleasure of letting everyone around you know what you are listening to, without them actually hearing the music...

So, I say this, ether let the chorus rain down on the unsuspecting ears of those eating out on the sidewalks, or roll your windows up. Let your ego decide...