The Art of Driving

In honor of my recent vow to limit the complaining, I thought I would use this post as a recommendation of sorts.

Counsel: If you're driving a car that showcases your company's logo, you should treat other vehicles on the road with respect. Speeding, weaving in and out of traffic and repeatedly forcing other drivers to slam on their brakes to avoid you don't serve your brand well.

Alternate suggestion: If you own a company with a fleet of branded vehicles, hire your drivers wisely. In addition to their traffic safety records, you may want to check their sunny dispositions.

As I read recently about London's famous Pret A Manger, “You can’t hire someone who can make sandwiches and teach them to be happy, so we hire happy people and teach them to make sandwiches."

So simple. Yet so true.

Monkey Turns Seven

Happy birthday Monks!

Son #2 is on the couch wearing a blue robe (that's covered in basketballs, footballs and soccer balls). He's wearing a Clone Trooper face mask, holding his drum sticks, and singing the Ramones, "shoot 'em in the back now."

It doesn't get much better than this. You just never know what to expect with kids.

Speaking of which, while trick-or-treating the other night, I warned the kids, "Do NOT say anything bad about the candy anyone gives you." Why? Because last year an old man was handing out Necco wafers and all the kids were saying, "Ew." To his face.

This year all went well until we got to one house where Son #1 didn't say "Thank you." I asked, "Dude, did you even say thanks?"

"No, she smelled like Subway."

Subway. Eat Fresh. And stink up the house, apparently.