Sunday, May 18, 2008
Those who can't do, teach, those who can't teach, teach gym
Believe I'm quoting my good friend Scottie "The Mule" Don't when he said to me when I was bragging about how cool my job was "We all can't teach gym John."
The pictures heading this post are of Steven and I at work. It was secret service/spy Wednesday dress up. So Steven and I went all out and decided to go 70's secret service agent. I know, those outfits are cool; the story of how we got here is even better.
My job's clothing requirements can mimic a gym teacher some of the time. Steven and I take out liberties when dressing up for work: mostly jeans/shorts and a tee shirt. Shaving habits are sporadic at best.
One day by chance Steven, a couple of co-workers and I all dressed up nice, shaved and or got a hair cut. I had a meeting for work were I representing my company in the community, another one of my co-workers had his daughter’s parent teacher conference, and I believe Steven was the one who just happened to get his haircut. My boss comes in and was surprised we all looked like working adults contributing to society. She asked did you guys all have job interviews for a new job.
I took my boss's paranoia as a good thing and decided if she is going to all worried about us looking nice we should do it again next week. I decided it should be sweater vest Wednesday at work. Steven, a good friend, Luis, and I jumped on the chance to goof off at work.
Sweater vest Wednesday led to silk shirt Wednesday, and than we had western Wednesday. We invited other people in to join on the fun and only a nurse and my boss’s boss decided to join in on the fun. We walked around like Cowboys and my bosses boss had such a good time she suggested we do something like this once a month to boost moral and livin things up. She said pick out a theme for next month and send a campus wide email letting everyone know they can join in. We chose secret service day and the rest is history.
So yet another inside joke started by a couple of Flying Eagles turned into a company wide event. So next month is pirate day, and I get a day to goof off at work without worried about getting yelled at. Now to just figure out the other four days never mind I’ll just go play kick ball, or take them to see a movie and get paid for it.
Remember people, “Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.”
JP
Wishing everyone a good Monday, because I’ll be at the beach like most Mondays.
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I got my shovel...and I'm DIGGIN' it!!
I wish I could have been there in my suit made out of curtains, straight out of Miami Vice. Either that or a long tan trench coat and a toy shotgun.
I give a great big Ca-Caww to Steven's facial phenomenon! He looks like the over-aggressive cop that plants evidence at the crime scene...The man gets results, and you can't argue with results!
It is honestly shocking how many people seem to be confused by the charisma and spirit that most Eagles possess. I know I found depth and epiphany in a simple sheet of paper that hung in the "clubhouse" of El Orchard...it said, "Be Your Own Party" (or Be The Party, not sure which). But it seems that a lot of us apply that in a lot more than than just a party setting. We make life fun for ourselves and those around us.
People at work call me weird all the time when I sporadically sprint through the office or pull simple litte pranks. My proposition to them is this..."Look at who has more fun in an otherwise boring atmosphere...What if I am the one who is normal and all of you are the weird ones?"
Be The Party...Not The Bouncer,
S.Dont
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