Laughing lowers levels of stress hormones and strengthens the immune system. Six-year-olds laugh an average of 300 times a day. Adults only laugh 15 to 100 times a day.
Is this not proof that my belief that humor therapy should not only be government subsidized but also our companies should have to pay to take us to stand-up comedians or watch episodes of 30 Rock during the work day?
One of my main course modules that I'm doing right now for my current semester is about Ergonomics and there is a whole ginormous part in there about work stress loads and tension and the unhealthiness that comes with being overworked. PRETTY DANG TIMELY I'D SAY.
We are still dying over here at the office. I'm almost done with this huge diamond mine project but this is the "downhill slope" part of the project which means everything is looming at 500 mph and I can't keep up. Add that to the fact I'm kinda sick AND the inlaws are (still) here and I'm seriously hurting. I might kill someone this week.
Tonight when we leave the office, we're going to Dr. GoodVet and picking up our new boy. We fetched him from the shelter this morning and lugged his 50kg+ body into the truck and off to Dr. Snip-snip. Rowwwerrrrrrrr! He was so good though. This dog may look smiley, but he's the scarediest scardey pup I've ever had to work with. He's petrified of everything. Good for the fact that we won't have the same problems (chomp!) we had with Sech's rehab, but bad for the fact that I just feel so sorry for him and this will be a long road to recovery because he has absolute zero in the way of confidence, & very high stress levels. He pees SO. FRICKIN. MUCH. I swear his bladder holds about 80L of pee.
The weekend away at the posh bush lodge was good, but of course it was with the inlaws so... agh I dont even know what to say. We saw a lioness on the hunt, a breakaway pack of wild dogs, rhino, elephant, etc., and my MIL was freaked out by anything that looked remotely dangerous. Now see, I just don't have time for that crap. You're spending thousands of bucks to be out there in the african elements, don't sit in the truck and hyperventilate! Come ON! And then within the same 12 hours, my know-it-all FIL says (as he does in his gruff, manly farmer voice of omniscience) "agh! these guides don't need to walk us back to our chalets with guns! it's all just for show!" Riiight. Gotcha. Frickin know-it-all. How about that BLACK RHINO WHO CAME UP TO THE EATING AREA WHILE YOU WERE SUCKING DOWN YOUR 15TH BEER AT DINNER?
photos soon.
Is this not proof that my belief that humor therapy should not only be government subsidized but also our companies should have to pay to take us to stand-up comedians or watch episodes of 30 Rock during the work day?
One of my main course modules that I'm doing right now for my current semester is about Ergonomics and there is a whole ginormous part in there about work stress loads and tension and the unhealthiness that comes with being overworked. PRETTY DANG TIMELY I'D SAY.
We are still dying over here at the office. I'm almost done with this huge diamond mine project but this is the "downhill slope" part of the project which means everything is looming at 500 mph and I can't keep up. Add that to the fact I'm kinda sick AND the inlaws are (still) here and I'm seriously hurting. I might kill someone this week.
Tonight when we leave the office, we're going to Dr. GoodVet and picking up our new boy. We fetched him from the shelter this morning and lugged his 50kg+ body into the truck and off to Dr. Snip-snip. Rowwwerrrrrrrr! He was so good though. This dog may look smiley, but he's the scarediest scardey pup I've ever had to work with. He's petrified of everything. Good for the fact that we won't have the same problems (chomp!) we had with Sech's rehab, but bad for the fact that I just feel so sorry for him and this will be a long road to recovery because he has absolute zero in the way of confidence, & very high stress levels. He pees SO. FRICKIN. MUCH. I swear his bladder holds about 80L of pee.
The weekend away at the posh bush lodge was good, but of course it was with the inlaws so... agh I dont even know what to say. We saw a lioness on the hunt, a breakaway pack of wild dogs, rhino, elephant, etc., and my MIL was freaked out by anything that looked remotely dangerous. Now see, I just don't have time for that crap. You're spending thousands of bucks to be out there in the african elements, don't sit in the truck and hyperventilate! Come ON! And then within the same 12 hours, my know-it-all FIL says (as he does in his gruff, manly farmer voice of omniscience) "agh! these guides don't need to walk us back to our chalets with guns! it's all just for show!" Riiight. Gotcha. Frickin know-it-all. How about that BLACK RHINO WHO CAME UP TO THE EATING AREA WHILE YOU WERE SUCKING DOWN YOUR 15TH BEER AT DINNER?
photos soon.
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