Fun

It has recently come to my attention that I am not, in fact, very fun.

I've been training employees in the past few weeks. Because we are quite busy at work, one of my coworkers is usually in the next room training other employees. I can tell that the training next door is more fun than I am, but I'm largely unconcerned by it, having cemented my status as the least-fun trainer many years ago. I am, however, concerned by my lack of concern. In turn, I'm confused by my concern over my lack of concern.

A few weeks ago, an employee at my company asked me what I do for fun. I paused, and then realized that I had no idea what I did for fun.

So, I'm working on finding things to have/be more fun.

I came across a giant list of random ideas for having more fun.

On the list? Getting drunk and doing drugs.

Helpful. Very helpful.

Besides, if I was going to be a drinking woman, I should've taken it up while I was still an undergrad.