Co-Workers – Your Other Dysfunctional Family


“Remember – as far as anyone knows, we’re a nice, normal family.”

Ah, families.  Are there any truly “functional” families left or do we all have a smattering of dysfunction in them? Even when you leave the bosom of your family you end up at work….and with the people that have become like a second family to you.  We all know they’re just as dysfunctional!

According to the internet – which never tells a lie – a dysfunctional family includes conflict and misbehavior. We get those at work somehow or another, don’t we? Conflict arises occasionally between individuals who stand firm in their beliefs.  And misbehavior?  Well, I’m not going to tell any stories here but we all know those one or two people who may be slightly inappropriate.  In a good way, of course. But hey – those dysfunctions make us interesting!  And we are definitely a fun bunch of people.  We put the “fun” in dysfunctional!

In the office space there is always someone who has all the answers.  They have a sense of perfectionism.  Follow that one up by those one or two people who have all the problems.  Nothing ever seems to go right for them.  Then we have the few people that usually try to make everyone feel better.  They like to joke around and get people to smile.  And finally there are those that are quiet and keep to themselves.  We always wonder about those people…what are they really up to?  But, each of these individuals somehow works together and creates a whole, which moves the company forward in a positive manner.  We don’t know how it happens, but it does!

One way or another these people become more than your co-workers.  They become your friends and your “other” family.  You enjoy seeing them daily.  Some may be like that drunk uncle you only want to see on Thanksgiving, but you still find a place in your heart for them.  And when people ask you why you like your job, one of your top reasons becomes “I love the people I work with.”  And who would have thought that was possible?

cathyCathy Thurber has over 10 years’ experience in the insurance industry and likes to think she’s learned a few things along the way, one of which being to not take herself too seriously.  She would love to say she has as many cool expertise’s as her fellow blogger, Ken Kukral, but she’s just not as old as him.  Cathy is a voracious reader and a total word nerd.  Most importantly, she’s been married to her favorite person for almost twenty years and has two kids that she actually likes.  However, the dog is her favorite child and she’s been wheedling for a cat for years.  Perhaps this is the lucky year?


We came across this fun list of “punographics” & thought we would share them! Enjoy!

When chemists die, they barium.

Jokes about German sausage are the wurst.

I know a guy who’s addicted to brake fluid.  He says he can stop any time.

How does Moses make his tea?  Hebrews it.

I stayed up all night to see where the sun went.  Then it dawned on me.

This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I’d never met herbivore.

I’m reading a book about anti-gravity.  I just can’t put it down.

I did a theatrical performance about puns.  It was a play on words.

They told me I had type A blood, but it was a Type-O.

PMS jokes aren’t funny; period.

Why were the Indians here first?  They had reservations.

We are going on a class trip to the Coca-Cola factory.  I hope there’s no pop quiz.

I didn’t like my beard at first.  Then it grew on me.

Did you hear about the cross-eyed teacher who lost her job because she

couldn’t control her pupils?

When you get a bladder infection urine trouble.

Broken pencils are pointless.

I tried to catch some fog, but I mist.

What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary?   A thesaurus.

England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool.

I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest.

I dropped out of communism class because of lousy Marx.

All the toilets in London’s police stations have been stolen.  The police have

nothing to go on.

I got a job at a bakery because I kneaded dough.

Velcro — what a rip off!

A cartoonist was found dead in his home.  Details are sketchy.