I’m still getting used to the new normal at work. So there is that.
One bright spot yesterday was hearing this story by a co-worker about saying, “Thank you.” To protect the name of the innocent - it’s not that kind of story - we’ll call him Bobby.
I’m not above telling other people’s stories, and this was a good one:
My co-worker went to dinner with an ex-girlfriend and her family. He regarded them well and vice versa. After dinner, my co-worker tired picking up the check, but his girlfriend’s father insisted. Out of respect, he let the dad offer his card. So dad paid.
The next day, Dad was on the porch and called my co-worker over.
And dad tells him, hey, look I appreciate you trying to pick up the tab yesterday, but when I paid, I noticed you never said, “thank you.”
My co-worker felt like a boob. He had been raised better. It was reflection on him, his mother, and his father.
Then the dad said, because someone not being thankful is something I’ll never forget.
It’s a lesson my co-worker never forgot. Now he makes it a point to say, “Thank you.”
The lesson has served him well, especially in sales.
It was a good reminder. I’m usually pretty good at saying, “Thank you,” but it bears reminding.
I’m also getting used to having my mother in law here. My mom arrives in town Wednesday night. I’m looking forward to her being here.
I also had a rugby board meeting today.
We talked about several things, but the one thing that came up was *The Woodlands*. Woodland’s Rugby is that program you’d often find as the antagonistic team in any underdog sports team. They’re just a well oiled machine. The envy of any program.
And our goal is find away to compete against these guys.
Coach Rock did ask the Woodland Coach for some advice on how he does it. His answer: Super Moms.
Rugby Super-Moms. That’s what Rock Rugby needs.
My mother-in-law watches TV different than I do. She watches what I could call regular cable shows and still watches the network news. Which I don’t.
She was watching some show on the History channel that got me hooked. It was some survivalist show where ten people get dropped off in some remote location and the person to survive the longest wins half a million dollars.
But if I was watching the show right, these people were collecting their own footage. Outfitted with camera’s and GoPros. So not only do they to survive, but document their survival.
And they’re doing it out in some remote part of outer Mongolia.
Which begs the question: What the hell is my excuse?