I promise I'm not flying high on a triple shot of Starbucks or a shopping euphoric high.. just have a lot of random thoughts in my head that I haven't been able to blog after being in the hinterlands of the south these last few days. ;o)
Plus, after my last soapbox stance I figured something light was in order.
The Pumpkin's latest trick is high fiving. Very cute, and harkens me back to my first job out of college. I worked for a rental car company that is known for hiring only college grads, luring them with the promise of a management career. Given that the economy was crappy in 1992 when I graduated and my dreams of becoming a fashion buyer didn't pan out I begrudgingly took the job. My days consisted of driving people back and forth from the auto mall to our office to rent them cars. We were told to wear skirts, encouraged to go drinking with the service writers, and spend a day a week "marketing" meaning dropping off donuts in short skirts at the dealership. Really pretty pathetic. The cheesiest part of all is that we all had to constantly high five each other, because "Team players high five. A lot. "
I promise you I am not making this up. Needless to say it was a humbling hell hole, and I was a little more than slightly relieved when I got fired on Halloween by a boss in costume for having one too many fender benders. Ever since then I refuse to high five, but ironically my daughter has decided it's the BEST thing EVER, so now I find myself high fiving her. A lot.
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