Mo!

Here are my findings:

The "X" staff had a meeting. I wasn't in it and neither was the star reporter. I saw Star walk towards the door hesitantly with a bag from Wendy's he was supposed to give to Ed N. Chief. I tried to joke with Star. We both looked at the glass windows were we could see the meeting take place and I said "Are they talking about me?"

Not only did he not laugh, he said "I don't know."

I smoked a cigarette with "J" from sales. I made him laugh when I told him I was waiting for them to cut my paycheck. I did not mean for that to be funny.


I spoke to another reporter -- a web reporter. He was working on a story called XXX.

It looks pretty funny, but this one part of the story is about a lawsuit over a McDonald's bagel that broke some guys teeth and ruined his marriage.


Since I want to keep the newspaper I work for anonymous, I can't link to the story when it's published.

But, I will write my own joke about the bagel biter.

Actually, I can't.


Conclusion of the experiment: I cannot be funny at work. There might be a part III. I can't take the fact that I kill at Stand-Up NY but I'm not the funniest guy in the office.

Perhaps I'll try a more low-key, subtle approach.