So, my boss, Clark, “volunteered” me to be part of our corporate “spirit” committee.
Call us “Team Spirit.”
I went to my first meeting today.
The name “spirit” is fitting. Most of the committee look like they’ve been dead for a long time.
That’s probably because we were all forced to participate and no one has any interest in it… Or any actual spirit…
There was one exception to this rule: Trudy from HR. She’s chairing the whole thing.
Trudy has lots of energy and lots of ideas. In fact, she is the spirit committee. The rest of us are just mismatched window dressing.
Her first decision was to launch an employee recognition program.
Trudy suggested we call it The First Annual Hamish Awards.
No one objected. Or seemed to care…
Trudy called for nomination categories. Things like best customer service, best team building, innovations, leadership…
All the usual suspects.
She said “Who wants to kick this puppy off with the first nomination?”
There was a collective groan.
Then someone yelled “What? No way! Look, I was told that all I had to do was show up and pretend to be interested.”
Gotta admit, I was pretty surprised it was me.
Guess I’ve got more spirit than I realized.
I’m sorry, but the Grammar FREAK in me feels compelled to say that you cannot have a first annual anything. You can only attach ‘annual’ to an event from the second year onward, because while you may have every intention of doing the same thing at roughly the same time next year, you do not know for sure if it will happen.
Sorry, Skatha,
I can’t agree.
They’ve made a decision that these awards will be given out every year, this is the first time, hence the “first annual.”
You know, like, “The First Annual Montgomery Burns Award for Outstanding Achievement in the Field of Excellence.”
That episode was totally “Excellent!”
🙂
Just because it’s on the Simpsons doesn’t make it right, but whatever.
Agreed.
I made my point in the paragraph previous to it. The cartoon reference was solely for levity.
“Most of the committee look like they’ve been dead for a long time.”
HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA
😉
Thanks!
Nice to see you, spamwarrior.
I nominate you for “Most Likely To Find Your Inner Spirit.”
Before you know it, you and Trudy will be meeting for lunch to figure out new ways to improve “Team Spirit.”
Many thanks for the nominations, Mike.
Win or lose, it’s an honor just to be nominated.
I’ll start working on my acceptance speech. Maybe a few bottles of spirits will help inspire me. They usually do…
So that’s why they call liquor spirits! Well, I’ll be damned.
Hey Mike, the goal of the blog was always “education first.”
Finally, success!
🙂
Trudy does seem full of ideas. I’m curious, though, if she has any good ones.
Not yet, Shawn…
But maybe some day…
…Actually, no, not likely ever.
Perhaps Trudy is injecting hormones. Is she developing facial hair?
If I’m going to check, I’ll need more booze.
Let me get back to you on this, Gryphon.
Alan heads off to the beer store.
“Win or lose, it’s a honor just to be nominated. ”
*gack*
I’ll give it a rewrite.
I just need spirits. Lots and lots of spirits.
Alan leaves to go to the liquor store…
😉
Okay, I’m back. I’ve done the rewrite and added the “n” and I’m still mostly sober.
So tell me Alan, when attending the FAHA awards at the FAHA Awards Banquet, (and rumors are swirling that Trudy is thinking of holding it down in the cafeteria during lunchtime so the cafeteria staff can accept their “Silver Spatula Spirit” award without having to actually leave the cafeteria), are you going to be a presenter and wear a tie and be all flouncey?
Good afternoon, Spuddy
While I’m not a big fan of wearing ties, I have a special fondness for flouncing.
As for it all happening in the cafeteria… Hah. I suspect that’s probably how it’s all going to play out.
Although I swore that I’d never go back to that horrible, horrible, horrible place…
😉
So… this FAHA awards banquet mallarkey?
Will there be special vegetarian dishes available?
FAHA falafel perhaps?
FAHA Falafel! Sounds like a catchy summer song…
Come on, kids, it ain’t awful
Let’s all do the FAHA falafel
Get your chick peas and some pita bread
No chick peas? Use beans instead!
Chop up some parsley and coriander
You’ll need some cumin and a bit of flour
Form the mixture into a small ball
Eat a falafel, eat ‘em one and all
Come on, kids, it ain’t awful
Let’s all do the FAHA falafel
Sometimes I have to wonder if you ever log in as someone else and comment on your own blog. Just saying. 😉
I do it all the time. I’m jesusbudda, NobblySan, Ram Venkatararam, Sally P, fundamentaljelly, Dave Hambidge, Skatha, me, G, spamwarrior, Mike, Shawn, Gryphon, Spuddy, Eunoia, Capitalist Lion Tamer, madamebitters, Harmony, clairecollins, Marissa, Helen, Jim at CoolStuffForDads, Mr E, Ramblin’ Rooster, bearman, Alex L, Bob Trusty, pinnythewu, Millicent Bodsworth, Russellingalong, Archie, nursemyra, Gryphon, Kris the Educated Vagabond, jessica o, Pamela Villars, goodbadandugly2, duncanr, Kali, Count Sneaky, lori78, WIB, Norm from One Good Move, Aunt Baaa, lisleman, InActionMan IAM, openpalm, Saskplanner, katherinthegreat and you — I mean me – barelyknittogether…
Plus, I am also the Professor and Mary Ann… Here on Alan Truitt’s Island!
Oooh, can I be Ginger?
Yes. But only because you are me, and I wanted to be Ginger.
😉
That means you, and when I say you, I mean, me, gets to sing, “I Wanna Be Loved By You.”
P.S. And when I say loved by you, I mean loved by me.
Boop boop bee doop.
You’re hired.
And when I say, you, I mean… Well, you know.. That is to say I know…
You know?
I’m hired even though I got the words wrong? It should be ‘boop boop a doop.’ I looked it up. I’m alan like that.
Yes. Of course I know. Quit talking to yourself, you’re going to get us in trouble.
You got the job anyway. But only because I sang it so well.
Wait, let me rephrase…
I got the job anyway. But only because you sang it so well.
That’s better.
I thought I wasn’t feeling like me lately. This explains it. Give me back!
I hear you. Me neither. Wait, sorry, I think that should be “Me hear you.” and “I neither.”
Need. More. Coffee.
Tell Trudy that it’s a GREAT idea, but of course the categories should motivate people to work toward the companies’ goals. Ask her what those goals are 😉
Ask her how they are measured, by whom, how often and how they are coupled to pay? Now duck!
For each category, of coarse(sic!), the level of achievement has to be objectively measurable, to avoid any accusations of favouritism later. Ask her to define an objective measure for each category.
Right, that’s HR tied in a knot 😉
Take the rest of the committee for a beer at HR’s expense (motivation, right?) 😉
Very nice, Eunoia.
Beer: The great motivator.
Beer at HR’s expense: An even greater motivator.
😛
Alan, when are you gonna tell everyone in that place what you really think??
Go in there tomorrow and climb up on a table in the middle of the room and shout in your loudest and deepest voice:
“Arrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Let me know how it goes.
Hahaha!
Too rich.
Ah, yes, jesusbudda…
That will be the post titled: “I finally lost my sanity: And then I lost my job!”
…sounds to me more like finding your sanity.
Staying put and suffering organised ‘team spirit’ seems more inherently mad than standing on a table and shouting ‘ARRRGGGGHHHHH’.
But what do I know about sanity, I’m only a photocopier
I’m only a photocopier
I’m only a photocopier
I’m only a photocopier
I’m only a photocopier
I’m only a photocopier
I’m only a pho…….
(paper jam – open rear door and shout AAARRRGGHHHHHH)
Alan: “Photocopier alert in aisle three!”
Otto: “What should we do?”
Farook: “It’s out of control!”
Mildred: “Does it need toner?”
Alan: “Does it need a good kick?”
Farook: “No, it needs something else.”
Alan: “But what?”
(Music builds)
Otto: “I don’t know!”
Otto: “Oh my, this is awful…”
Alan: “Wait! I know! It needs a falafel!”
They all sing…
Come on, kids, it ain’t awful
Let’s all do the FAHA falafel
Get your chick peas and some pita bread
No chick peas? Use beans instead!
Chop up some parsley and coriander
You’ll need some cumin and a bit of flour
Form the mixture into a small ball
Eat a falafel, eat ‘em one and all
Come on, kids, it ain’t awful
Let’s all do the FAHA falafel
“Nurse! The screens, please – quickly!
…and bring Mr. Truitt’s big syringe. Yes, the one with the green stuff in, and the extra thick needle.”
The extra thick needle!
That sounds unlawful…
Unlawful like a falafel!
(Music swells. Alan, in white hospital gown sings.)
Come on, kids, it ain’t awful
Let’s all do the FAHA falafel
Get your chick peas and some pita bread
No chick peas? Use beans instead!
Chop up some parsley and coriander
You’ll need some cumin and a bit of flour
Form the mixture into a small ball
Eat a falafel, eat ‘em one and all
Come on, kids, it ain’t awful
Let’s all do the FAHA falafel
” This falafel situation is getting out of hand” said the Chief of Police, “the damn stuff is getting everywhere. It’s even weaselled its way into a simple one-liner set in the local hospital.”
“But what can we do, Chief?” whined Davis, the obligatory weedy, ineffectual cop in this sort of thing, “It’s horrible stuff, no-one dare go near it.”
The Chief looked nervously around, as if trying to gauge his team’s reaction to what he was about to say…..
“There’s only one thing that we can do. It’s not gonna be easy, but” he took a sip of water from his glass “someone’s going to have to eat it.”
As the gasps and murmering died down, he steeled himself for the question that he thought he would never have to ask this hand-picked team.
“Are any of you vegetarians?”
There was a collective murmur among the men. If there was a vegetarian among them, and the Chief seriously doubted it, then he wasn’t speaking. Clearly this was a job no one wanted. .
As The Chief was considering his next option, from the crowd of cops there came a voice.
“I’ve been known to eat a carrot, sir.”
Stepping out from the crowd was 1st Constable, Roger Tomato.
“Good man, Tomato”, said the chief, looking suitably relieved.
He stood next to tomato, with his hand on his shoulder as he addressed the team
“Now, that'(s a lad) we can all be proud of! Lettuce pray that he can rid us of this thing.”
He turned to toamto and said
“Right, let’s make sure you’re properly dressed for the occasion”
Ah, yes. A story of Crime and PUNishment…
I remember you from your salad days, Tomato,” said the chief, with a sense of pride.
“I was just a little spud, back then,” said a blushing red Tomato.
That’s it! I give in.
At the risk of a mega double entendre, I’d just like to say that I’ve spent half an hour trying to work in a cucumber, and have had to give up,with tears in my eyes.
😉
That sentence alone is more than worth it! I’ll wrap up…
“Tell me, Tomato,” said the chief with a trace of concern. “I’ve always wondered. Tomato – does that make you a fruit or a vegetable?”
“I can be both, “Tomato replied a little too proudly. “Tell me chief is that a cucumber in your pants? Or are you just happy to arrest me?”
“I’ve been told it’s more of bean sprout, Tomato,” said the chief as he swung his truncheon across Tomato’s head.
Tomato fell to the ground in a heap and splattered open. Blood red pulp and little seeds oozed across the floor.
“Gahhhhhh… muggghhh… errrrrghh” said Tomato.
“Yes, you’re definitely a vegetable, Tomato,” said the chief.
“…and the Hamie goes to…”
Harmony! For her role in the new PBS children’s series “I Fisted Lamb Chop.”
I think they’re renaming it, “Miss Fists” and hoping that everyone thinks it’s a typo, rather than lawsuit bait.
Nice!
“Oh, That Capitalist Lion Tamer!”
Isn’t it enough that we actually “recognize” our co-workers? By which I mean, we know their first names – sometimes. I mean, I can call Lawrence “Lance”, it’s close enough. And we can match the employee to their nameplate on their desk.
Hear hear!
Interesting bit of trivia… I was by your office last week, and your co-worker, Lawrence?
His name actually is Lance! (You’ve been getting it right all this time.)
His full name is “Lance Boil.”
Also, and this sort of cool, the thing about Lance Boil is he’s actually a secret comic book hero named “Sock Head!”
Yes, Lance Boil is Sock Head…
It’s true. He even has a catchy buzz phrase associated with him. After he’s thwarted a criminal, the crook always yells out, “Darn You, Sock Head!”
But please don’t expose his secret identity. That would just be wrong…
😉
Ha! I once wrote a story about an ex-Chippendales dancer named Lance Steel. His wife Patty left him, taking their son Cody with her. He eventually falls in with a unlicensed therapist and they make compilation music CDs for their friends and ultimately try selling them online as “Lance Steel’s Motivational Music.” Sounds like a pitch; its not.
True story and it has nothing to do with the Spirit Committee, but does anything on this thread ever relate to the post. A person can bream can’t they.
The story sounds great.
There’s something about the name Lance that inspires breaming absurdity.
Wait, let me rephrase that: The name, Lance, inspires absurdity by the bream-full. Yes, that’s it.
P.S. Just curious: Have you ever read Freud’s, “The Interpretation of Breams”?
Apparently, our breams are our Inner Conscious Doorway to self awareness.
I mention this mainly because of the “door” angle.
We’re having a big sale on windows and doors at Hamish.
Come on down!
In my breamscape, Freud’s work was catfood.
I once threw a yard dart at Martin Mull for dragging Freud’s name through the dirt. Watch your back Anal, I mean Alan, wow, the same letters make both words. Ummm.
A genital-less hand puppet throws a phallic symbol…?
Hmm… Interesting, very, very, interesting…
Wet or dry?
Ah, you’ve offered me the classic fait accompli. Either answer and I am doomed. I’ll waffle and say a mixture of wet and dry and fish-based at that.
Wet and dry and fish-based… Wet and dry and fish-based…
Yes, you got out of that one nicely!
No room for comedy there.
😀
You win this time, fundamentaljelly.
Now we nap.
🙂
Cat nap!
Crap, I’ve missed the fun again. Damned circus.
The circus, again?
Interesting…
Me thinks you enjoy the circus much more than you are letting on.
It’s fun to say “me thinks.”
Me thinks he doth say, “me thinks” too much.
But it is fun.
And it wasn’t really the circus, though I actually did quite enjoy it despite the clowns. This time it was a children’s museum in another city for the day.
Damn I need that iPhone to keep up with you quit wicks.
I’m chasing you all around this comment thread.
In a tiny little car!
P.S. Me thinks, there are around 50 of us in it.
God help me. Fifty of you? Really? Could this be the apocalypse?
The banana cream pie throwing, flower squirting, big shoe wearing, apocalypse.
And right on time, I might add…
Didn’t you one time say you looked forward to a time when we could dispense with the posts and cut straight to the comment thread?
The time is coming soon.
I did and I still mean it, and I’m pretty much there.
In Arabic folklore (and written in Cyrillic) it was known as the fundamentaljellyian prophecy of the thread.
“fundamentaljellyian” Yes, I like this very much. That means we are engaging in fundamentaljellyianism. I now have a reason to go on. Thanks, Alan.
My pleasure.
Now we chant!
I never would’ve recognized him for a super-hero. Lol – “darn you sockhead.” And Lance Boil? Sounds like he might get a little puss-y. Ewww.
🙂
Ewww… and funny!
Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne and Lance Boil from your office… It’s always the ones we least expect.
honesty is always the best policy!
Very true, Helen.
Hmmm… Maybe I should nominate myself for “Most Honest Employee.”
😉
reading “sick days”, i think you are more than qualified to be nominated for that title.
i have no doubts and would totally vote for you if i worked for hamish industries. ahhh… eff it! i’ll send my vote in anyway!
trudy never made rules to how people can vote.
😉
Why thank you, Helen.
Maybe I should start working on my Hamish acceptance speech…
I’d like to thank Typhoid Mildred for scaring the hell out of me; Baltazar for the constant updates on his swollen balls; Carlita for once almost remembering my name; Farook for his constant reminders that I could be fired any day; Goth Mark for sharing his delightful music; Jack from Payroll for spilling hot coffee on my lap on more than one occasion; Mary Margaret for crying and all the joke emails; Mike for sharing too much information; my boss, Clark, for, hmm, being my boss; Naline for singing all day; Nutless Tom for being a virtually unrecognizable character so far; Oleg for being ambiguous, and Trudy from HR for setting up these awards. Thank you, everyone. You’re an inspiration. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to find a place to hide from you all!
How about a category for the employee who best pretends to be interested?
And the nominees are… Everyone!
🙂
drink FASTER! It was sentiment I was *gacking* 🙂
Hahaha!
Chug! Chug! Chug!
Alan (yells drunkenly): “You Hamish bastards! Screw ya all!”
Hello. I just wanted to let you know I really like this blog, and well, I’ll be giving you an award for it. More on that later after I finish my paper.
Peace out Sea trout, and visit me at my blog. I guarantee you’ll laugh.
Hi Mr E,
Thanks for visiting, the kind words, and for the award. (Awards seems to be the theme of the day.) I look forward to checking out your site.
Okay, Alan, you are sort of lucky here – I will tell you why. All you have to do is sit there and look cognizant – while not having to actually work.
Back in the day, my boss got the bright idea to have people from my office PAINT A HOUSE! Yeah, that’s right, a friggin house. It was some, “community outreach” (publicity) deal. The Office (bank) bought the paint and brushes, etc., and met at the home of some old lady – who was thrilled that we were going to paint her whole house – in one day. It was a Saturday, our day off of course. The guys brought ladders, the, “Team leader” assigned us our positions and we started the paint. That was about 8 AM in June (which is damn hot in Colorado where I was living at the time). Okay, about 10 AM the boss shows up – in a golf shirt and chino pants (NOT the kind you wear to paint). He goes around to each group and compliments us, chatting with some with the guys, yada, yada. Then we break for lunch – which we brought from home. The old lady joins us and eats our lunch stuff. Fine. Our boss is nowhere to be found. About 2 PM the Bank President shows up – with a TV news reporter and camera trailing him. Suddenly, our boss shows up – he’s been inside chatting up the old lady while we painted. The big boss walks around and asks some busty broad to see her brush – all the while looking down her low cut shirt – and he “poses” with the brush (one foot on a rung of a ladder) and has a photo op! He leaves, and shortly after that, our boss leaves – and we finish the house, leaving after 5 PM!
That night the house, and big boss is on TV. He tells the camera about the bank – you can vaguely see us working in the background. The next day the big boss’ picture in the paper – and our boss gets a GD plaque! He tells us that he is writing up our good deed in our, “File!” Never heard about it again.
The next year, I came up with my vague ailment that prevented me from participating – as, “much as I want to do so…” Sure!
So, Alan, it could be worse…
Bad memories…
Sally P
Wow… I am speechless. And that’s a first for me, Sally P.
I find it disgraceful that the first award was, “Kick This Puppy Off”. That’s just horrible!
🙂
Damn right. We need to take action!
Well, it could have been, “let’s screw the pooch” or “let’s start this bitch off right!” Dog metaphors aBOUND. You know, like a bounding dog? Ahh, forget it.
I thought that dogs flounced…
FTW, Alan.
Free the Whales…?
No, it’s Free Tupperware silly.
😀
‘Then someone yelled “What? No way! Look, I was told that all I had to do was show up and pretend to be interested.”’
Nominate that person, and then Trudy so she likes you and leaves you alone for the rest of the year…
I never considered nominating myself.
Alan: “I nominate me! Me? Me??? This is such a surprise! You deserve it, Alan. Oh, I don’t know, Alan… Quit being so modest, Alan. Okay, Alan, I accept the nomination.”
LOSTL! how could they be dead if they were at work, silly! LOSTL!
But seriously, You should be super-duper happy to be in the Team Spirit! I dont have a team! Or spirits!
Mum says drinking is bad, but i like to have a drink every now and again when im out with the boys! LOSTL! Too many shirley temples and we both know what happens!
Next time you go in, do a tap dance for trudy. Just to show her your appreciation!
Bob
Bob,
Thank goodness you’re here.
I’ll heed your words of advice, Bob. But only because they are coming from you, the master thespian.
Perhaps you can teach me how to tap dance?
You should sign up to a Tony and Rico Class! they can teach you ANYTHING! even how to fake being happy!
Bob
Bob,
Thank good– Oh there’s no time for that!
I’m considering it, Bob. Although, there’s a certain fellow there that I have my doubts about. I think you know who I’m talking about… But he is a friend of yours and so I don’t want to say anything too negative..
We’ll talk more later.
Careful Alan, showing all that spirit. You’ll be nominated soon.
BTW, my blog has moved and taken on a new life form. I’m now at pinnythewu.wordpress.com.
I’ll watch my back, pinnythewu.
Thanks for the advice.
I just bookmarked…
http://pinnythewu.wordpress.com/
Looks good!
Sudden outburts of speech is definetly a sympton of Tourettes Syndrome and not something to be taken lightly. You’ve never mentioned this type of behaviour before and I’m thinking it might be stress related. Remember when I referenced Hypothermia as a great sick day off excuse, well, this Tourettes Syndrome issue just might be your “out” for this whole Spirit Commitee thing. Just a thought. Oh, and read somewhere that Tourettes is curable by a little of the “bud” if you know what I mean.
Thanks for the tip, Russ! Next time my daughter is caught smoking I’ll just tell everyone it’s self medication. Although, I guess it really always is. Does it work for OCD, too? Hmmm…I sense a visit to a fast food drive through coming on.
It works for everything!
Or… So I’m told…
😉
Ya mon…
Totally excellent advice.
(Now where’d I put those chocolate chip cookies…? Damn but those things are tasty!)
If this is true, there’s strain of Tourette’s going around. I frequently catch myself muffling an explosion of fuck and yesterday a coworker said shit loud enough that I could hear her.
Do you think there’ll be a pandemic of Work-related Tourette’s? And, more importantly, will Workman’s Comp cover treatment?
Alan, Alan, Alan,
I am having Team Member Appreciation Party flashbacks again.
I may need to go back into therapy!
Ooops! Hope it wasn’t anything I said. 😉
Hang tight, AuntBaa!
I’m on my way with banana bread! It’s super awesome, works wonders and is a guaranteed 100% pick me up!
Banana Bread to the rescue!
http://vertigobcooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/banana-bread-redux.html
Isn’t Pamela the company therapist? Where is she?? I really need her. I think I’m addicted to your comment threads. Must. Have. Fix!
Dr. Pamela Villars is Temporarily OUT and exhausted due to Poetry Month.
Dr. Millicent Bodsworth is IN.
What seems to be the problem, dear? Hepped up on the weed thread, is that it?
I thought I banned you from coming here, Millicent.
Screw you, asshole!
You really are everyone, aren’t you? I’m so confused, I think I should have left breadcrumbs to find my way out of this thread. Or perhaps I’ll just make a nice nest here out of the multiple personalities and sleep for a bit.
Aaaahhhh. That’s nice.
You just do whatever it takes, dear. I’ll put on some coco and get a box of wine. Then I’ll tell you about the time my second husband, Cleveland, brought his nephew Rolph over for dinner. Rolph was about six years old. Precocious too. Anyway, at the dinner table he just kept asking me over and over for a chocolate biscuit. The boy bothered me and he bothered me…
Oh, isn’t that sweet. She’s asleep.
Either that, or hepped up on the demon weed thread.
I just flew in from my comment thread and boy are my arms tired. Take my comment thread please.
It appears that Millicent and Harmony are, at this very moment, joining forces. They are forming an international comment cabal of death and recipe sharing. They are the WMDs of the blogosphere.
Be warned: Stay in your homes, wash your hands, and comment with extreme caution.
Cover me, I’m going in irrelevantly.
My doula business is called “Wonderfully Made Birth Services,” but I originally wanted “Wonderfully Made Doula Services.” I thought the acronym might disturb people.
P.S. Props for making the old fresh and new again, Fundamental. Good one.
Milly and Harmony: Together at last…
Alan: “Hey, you got Harmony in my Milly!”
FJ: “No, you got Milly in my Harmony!”
BOTH: “Hmmmmm, two crazy nutjobs that work great together!”
Dear Millicent,
I can’t help but notice that you used the “hepped up on weed” phrase twice. This must mean that you have a deep-seated need for me to respond to it in some affirming, complimentary way.
Here it is:
Nicely done, dear, quite clever and all that drivel.
Now, if you don’t mind, pass the dutchie on the left hand side.
Toastedly, if not warmly,
BKT
Hey barelyknittogether,
Milly is having a nap. Too much coco and boxed wine.
She should wake up later tonight.
She’s nocturnal. And a batty old thing.
Man, I take a brief vacation to the Hamptons and look what happens.
Next time, meds for everyone.
Mmmmmm….meds.
That’s why you’re known as “The Good Doctor” around here!
😉
“Gotta admit, I was pretty surprised it was me.”
Lol’d that. Nice.
They have these things at my job, including one of which is referred to as the “highest award” an employee in this industry can receive and I just always think, “Who gives a shit?”
Man, I’m a crank.
😆
The world needs more cranks!
And so it was proclaimed…
Ah forced team spirit. You will have fun and you will like it.LOL.