So, this is why you don’t save jokes.

A month or so ago, I had written a bunch of work jokes written as a way to blow off some steam. Obviously, these are pretty irrelevant now, so I was going through the scripts* seeing if there was anything salvageable. This was the only one that really stood out, so I figured I’d still run it.

What strikes me about this script in particular is that I wrote it down pretty much verbatim. It was like I’d suddenly walked into some sort of office sit-com, and for the span of a few seconds, our timing was comedic, our wit scalpel sharp. And then the moment ended, the flashlight was retrieved, and everyone went back to chatting about projects behind schedule and the latest Oilers game.

So, yes. This is the first and the last of the work jokes for the foreseeable future. I’m good with that. The rest of the jokes were suspiciously Dilbert-esque, and besides – work is boring. There’s far better jokes to be had elsewhere!

* ‘Script’ is a pretty generous term. Some of the ideas are full-fledged scripts, sure, but others are things as arcane and obscure as ‘po-tay-ters’ or ‘that thing on the tomato that one time’. Most of the time, by the time I get around to trying to flesh those out, I’ve completely forgotten what I was originally meaning to write. Sometimes, they die as-is, and sometimes, I find new jokes in them. Sort of like a literary squirrel with a cache of nuts…