Can't stop joking

So today (don't I always start these rantings with "so today"?) I talked to the new boss of our unit, the new matron of this happy little family of reporting officers. She's American. She's nice. She's got a lot of influence. She laughs a lot, and I know that because I can't seem to stop joking when I'm around her. I do that when I'm around many people here. I do it when I'm nervous. Or bored. Or understimulated. Or happy. Or c) all of the above.And I'm not sure whether that makes a good impression or not. My guess would be no. On the other hand, I'm quite good at it (though not as sharp as my middle sister) and I don't hink I appear nervous or self-deprecating while doing it. I do succeed in making people laugh. It's a nice quality but I don't think it's an express lane to any future prospects in the serious corporate world. Anyway, our short meeting was nice but a bit bewildering. Maybe I could have hinted GIVE ME A JOB I NEED THE BLOODY INCOME a bit more but hey that's still not my forte.

Tonight I'm providing vocals again for my old supervisor and his band (a fellow colleague who is also in the band try to name the band "The Squeaky Wheels" - I love it, the others don't); that's my forte!