Avast!

There`s a cultural baseline that exists in yer average workplace that has, by me observation, become absolute. This be regrettable on accoun’ o’ times be constantly changin’, but this baseline dasn’t. Fer example; when ye keel haul into th’ office an’ th’ first thin’ a co-worker says t’ ye be good mornin’, if ye respond wi’ “Arr”, ye get a fairly funny look.

‘t BE national talk like a swashbuckler day, after all.

Yet, th’ stuffiness o’ office protocol doesn’t accept such modern dalliances. `Tis harmless (however, moderation be needed. Co-workers be one thin’, customers an’ bosses be another). I can reckon a Bugs Bunny cartoon that featured Wiley Coyote an’ a sheepdog both reportin’ fer work. “G’Mornin’ Bob” G’Mornin’ Sam” they spake as they sailed’ in t’ clock in at th’ tree. What sticks ou’ in me mind th’ most be how absolutely BORED they sounded. That’s a pretty accurate portrayal o’ work workplace life be really like.

‘t doesn’t really end at th’ workplace. Pretty much everywhere ye look ye can be seein’ th’ message pretty clearly: Bein’ an adult (i.e., nay a kid) means ye be havin’ t’ be borin’.

American Express be runnin’ a series o’ commercials that show someone who uses a different credit card adorned wi’ some sort o’ kiddy-like picture nay bein’ taken seriously. Somehow, someone really got ‘t into the’r heads that th’ picture ye be havin’ on yer credit card be a definin’ attribute t’ yer character. I`ve heard o’ some lily livered things before, but that ranks among th’ highest. So what if I be havin’ a picture o’ Spiderman on me credit card? Does that make me any less capable? Nay, ‘t jus’ means I don’t ALWAYS take myself so insufferably serious.

Me buxom beauty often accuses me o’ bein’ a big kid. T’ that I say thank ye, voyage accomplished. ‘ere`s th’ virtue in growin’ up entirely? Perhaps ‘t’s a creativity thin’, but I think that if ye leave yer childhood behind (an’ as such, some childishness) ye lose somethin’ valuable. Bein’ a big kid helps me be seein’ things wi’ a different filter, an’ ‘t has th’ added bonus o’ allowin’ me t’ feel younger’n I actually be.

Thar’s a time an’ place fer everythin’. Things that need t’ be taken seriously an’ handled wi’ an adult perspective ortin’ ta be done so. Yet thar ortin’ ta be room fer some measure o’ silliness in all places at all ages. Otherwise th’ world an’ life become drudgery.

T’ me, that definitely deserves a loudly bellowed “ARRR!”