Vilkom to Holland, Brood!
A couple weeks back, I tricked my friend Brad into taking a job with the energy company I work for. I say trick because I promised him half-days of work for a full day's pay.
Well, as W says, "Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, uh--er--uh...you cain't fool me twice...!"
Yeah, 4 weeks of 12-hour work days and a couple Saturdays later, don't think I'm going to be able to fool Brad again. I think if he were to go back in time to when I offered him the job, he would quicky find the nearest blunt object and jam it into my eye.
And I don't know that I would blame him. As it is, though, I don't think he would be able to leave if he tried, having so quickly become an invaluable part of our organization and so quickly endearing himself to the dozens and dozens of people who daily benefit from his patient help and kind spirit--a sharp contrast to my standard knee-jerk reaction: "Get out of my office."
So welcome, Brad. We definitely need you, and I really do myself. I have been so blessed already in the short time you've been here. And the respite's coming, friend.
(P.S. Interoffice fun fact: Brad's new cards actually read:
Brad Stanford - Putting the 'Mr. T' back in I.T.)