There used to be a TV show on called Cheers. The show was set in a bar in Boston and had a great cast of characters that included a ditzy old man bartender named Coach, a trivia master mailman named Cliff and a fiery waitress named Carla. The show didn’t make any political or ethical statements; it was simple and funny and light. The theme song summed it up:
“Making your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.
Wouldn’t you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name,
and they’re always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows your name.
You wanna go where people know, people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows your name. ”
I had one of those days yesterday where I wanted to get a way to a place where people knew my name and they were glad I was there anyway. I headed into work where I had lots of tasks to keep me busy. I planned to spend my day hidden in my cubicle and checking things off my list. It was going well for the first hour or so but then the Others appeared. The Other’s are people that I have little in common with but try to peacefully exist with for eight hours a day. They are people who embrace the corporate world and have assimilated nicely into it. They are good at it. Terrific for them. I’ve tried to blend into the pack but it hasn’t quite taken. I am very good at my job but not good at playing the game and have no interest in winning it anyway. I want to win a different game. The Others don’t know what to make of this. So they treat me like I’m a foreign exchange student from the land of imagination and possibility. Some speak to me in a very loud, slow voice that makes me feel like the “special” girl who gets to sort the mail. The other Others shun me, afraid my crazy dreams filled with creativity and joy are some sort of plague that will be their demise. It’s an uncomfortable way to spend my day but the rent must be paid and except for the Others, I like my job.
So after a long day of being spoken to like a child and getting unnecessary emails from the nut who sits next to me because he’d prefer not to speak to me, I wanted to go where everybody knows my name and they’re always glad I came. I headed to my comfort room, Sally O’Brien’s a place where not everyone knows my name but a place where creativity flows and comics roam free. It’s where I started and where I go to feel at home in the comedy world. I was, as always, warmly greeted by the very kind and funny host Josh Gondelman and I soon found myself surrounded by friends and familiar faces. We laughed and joked and exchanged ideas. We told our jokes and listened to others tell theirs. I was not a special or extraordinary night but rather a typical Monday, but it was what it always is, my Cheers.