This week has been something else…
It all started off with…
Oh, who gives a rip how it started!
It’s SNARK WEEK!
Which is like Shark Week.. only with more teeth.
Seems like all my friends decided that it was a pretty good idea, and immediately jumped on the bandwagon!
Snipes and potshots have been taken randomly at work. Nothing permanently tragic, or maliciously damaging, just good, sarcastic burns and comments. Venting vicariously, if you will.
My brain is swimming furiously, circling and playing the Da-dum Da-dum da da dadadadada music. Snark in the water.
I have, in my arsenal of sarcasm, what one of my co-workers calls my “evil little laugh”. My voice lowers, and it’s more of a chortle than a full-out laugh or snicker. I’ve been chortling, chuckling and snickering all day.
It’s hard to describe just what has occurred throughout the week, because without the context, it’s hard to understand the content and consequences. But, suffice to say, it’s been a week full of “evil little laughter”. And not just my own. I’ve been the butt of the jokes too, and laughed it off in good humor when the strike hit.
One of my favorite authors, Robert Fulghum, wrote a post yesterday about being 6 forever. He reminds me that to act childlike isn’t necessarily to be childish. You can have the fun, without the malice. It’s all in your perspective and how you present yourself. Sarcasm, 6-year old style, without the bitter bite that adulthood and years of disappointment and recrimination often bring to the table.
Please read this: Robert Fulghum’s Blog
Falling into the sar-chasm once in a while doesn’t have to hurt. Sometimes? It’s just funny.
And I didn’t even blame Tawanda once. Hunh.