Pun-ny person

I tend to make lots of bad jokes and puns. Most of you know to laugh or smile and nod, thinking, this is such an endearing trait of Anna's, she's such a cool person. At least I hope you think that. (Don't tell me if you believe otherwise...ignorance is bliss.) But sometimes they just slip out without me knowing at some fairly inopportune times. I can't help it, I laugh a lot, and no one else gets my unintentioned wit. Like, um, at my job interview yesterday?

I was asked to pick a musician whose shoes I'd like to walk in for a day, and after thinking about what a strange question that was for a science museum director to ask, I picked Beethoven because I love classical music and his inspiring story struck a chord with me.

Let that one sink in.

Beethoven. Classical music. Struck a chord.

In a JOB INTERVIEW!

My interviewer had this bewildered look on her face, like "maybe someone who tries that hard and fails so miserably to make a VP of development laugh should. not. be hired." She chuckled politely, kept taking her notes, while I felt all the heat in my body zoom to my face to make me look like an American flag with the blue shirt I was wearing. I was eternally grateful she never really looked up from her page, because after that pun, I doubt she'd expect to see Old Glory flying in the interviewee seat of her office.

But hopefully, she has a sense of humor. Maybe not my sense of humor, because that takes a special person (not "don't eat the paste" special*, a "unique, God made her that way because He loves her" special), but one that can see through nervous puns to the awesomeness underneath.

Hopefully.

*Gilmore Girls fans (a.k.a. Brooke) who read this blog, that was for you.