You’re working at a software designing company in West Lafayette that’s going to celebrate its 15th birthday. Not a big company, not big enough to have a human resource department. But one of the bosses picks you to plan this party. There must be something about you that makes him confident that you’ll come up with a good idea.
And you do. The office building you’re in has an atrium lobby. Hello! It’s a space that’s begging for strings of lights. What about a French Quarter street in New Orleans?! The strings of lights will bring the ceiling down to a more intimate level. Put in some plants to create narrow passages. Order spicy Cajun food, find a band to play Zydeco, hire a juggler with a black and white striped shirt and, if you’re lucky, a caricaturist who speaks some French. You’re so lucky!
I wore my velour French beret and rolled my R’s, spoke French the whole evening and fooled most of the people most of the time until. Errr, until someone sat in front of me who had spent junior year abroad –in France. My rolled R’s met their match in her superior vocabulary. Loved it!
See this? This is what it’s all about. People lose it. Howling laughter and people literally rolling off their chairs.
Thank you, Erin!
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