Funny Fail?

 

Anyone who’s ever started a new job will know how much there is to adjust to. New systems to learn, new software to get to grips with, new groans from the stomach because it thinks it should continue to be fed at 12:30pm and not 1pm and most importantly, new people to get to know.

 

 

I’m the first to admit that I’m a bit socially awkward and don’t find making new friends that easy. My nervousness often results in me saying the wrong things and the difficult thing about not knowing your new colleagues from Adam, is that you have no idea what their tolerance for filth is. I find this to be a huge problem!

 

Sense of humour is a funny old bugger, isn’t it? Where does it come from? What makes one person squeal in delight at a Frankie Boyle joke about paedophilia and another person get up and walk out the gig? (Why anyone with less than a vulgar sense of humour would buy tickets to a Frankie Boyle gig is another matter entirely. Maybe they got confused and though they were going to a Frankie Valli concert.) My point is, trying to be charming and funny but not offensive is actually quite difficult.

 

As I was browsing Facebook this morning, I noticed quite a few posts about a ‘quiz night gone wrong’ at Radio in Ashton Lane this week. I won’t repeat exactly what was said but basically the quizmaster made a joke about rape and then when someone complained, announced that he would endeavour to  make the quiz ‘less rapey’ next week. Now I’m not saying that rape jokes are okay (mainly because if I did I would probably get rape threats myself from random psychos, but then again, my surname’s not Perez and this isn’t Twitter, so maybe not.) BUT a quizmaster’s job is to make the quiz entertaining. You have to accept that some banter, which may or may not verge on inappropriate, is going to take place. And if you don’t like it then you can just leave and go to another one of the many other drinking establishments that Glasgow has to offer.

 

You can’t really do that in an office though. But having once told a dead baby joke in front of a whole bar for free beer, I doubt I’m going to have any problems.