Life is short. We all need to laugh.
Written about in several stories, (like one of my favorites here), I like making people laugh and I’m not above pulling a few pranks on people I like to get those laughs. I would never prank someone that I do not like, that’s just mean and I’m not really into taking advantage of others.
A good laugh at the workplace brings people together. I’ve always felt that and have experienced it many times over the years. The Sanka gag (link) from my foundry days is one of my favorites. Joe didn’t care for it at first, but later admitted that the joke was funny and in the aftermath, he, Rob and myself had an even better relationship. In my experience, when people like, (or at least don’t hate), their workplace and the people there, they are more free to be themselves and therefore they are more productive.
So far I’ve shared stories about pranks at home, at Taco Bell (the famous burn ’em sauce) but none yet from my P&G days. As I am now celebrating my first full year of being unemployed by good old Mother Procter, I’m thinking that today is the day for writing about some of those good times. Continue reading
I kinda’ grew up in a golf household. It’s the only sport my dad played, and boy was he good. He carried a zero handicap for quite a number of years. Don’t know what that is? It means that on average, he would shoot ‘par’ each time he golfed. That put him in the upper 1% of all golfers. Hey, I guess that means I grew up in a one percenter household! (So why did I have to buy my own underwear then?) (link) Continue reading