random bumblings

So yesterday I took a personal development class @ work called “Personal Interaction Styles” it was pretty lame but I got the giggles mid-class. Like middle school giggles where you know you’re not supposed to laugh but you just can’t help it.

The woman who wrote the personality style “analyzing” up on the dry erase board forgot the Y. So the whole time I’m sitting across from the words “anal zing”. I know I can be easily amused and it really does sound like something a 12 year old boy would find hilarious but I just couldn’t stop giggling. Then when my friend asked what I was laughing about I couldn’t even get it out for fear of bursting out.

I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that I’m usually miserable at work lately and I’m pretty sure I’m going to crack soon. Maybe yesterday’s anal zing was the start of a baby crack…