When I blog about work, it’s usually in a complaining spirit, and it’s hard to blame me. There’s a lot to complain about. But this week something out of the ordinary happened, in the good way, and I figured that, in the interest of fairness, I should bring some attention to it.
Twice a year, our store – along with all the other stores in our chain – does a fund raiser for MDA (Muscular Dystrophy Association, aka Jerry’s Kids). During March, our store raised enough money to send three kids to summer camp, which is pretty cool. We also came in third for the entire chain for the most money raised, which is pretty remarkable, considering we’re in a small, very impoverished, town. Here’s what the store looked like in mid-March. Each green shamrock equals $1, each gold shamrock equals $5.
So, on Tuesday, the employees of our store, and their families, were rewarded with a tasty cake.
Our new employee chant? “We’re number three! We’re number three!”
April 30th, 2009 at 11:06 am
Congratulations! And what a good cause to support.
April 30th, 2009 at 12:06 pm
That’s truly lovely. I love the way all the shamrocks look. Your town should be proud.
April 30th, 2009 at 5:06 pm
Nice.
But…
…this is the end of April.
You could have made this post 6/7 weeks ago. Why didn’t you?
Only asking!! 😉
April 30th, 2009 at 5:28 pm
LOL!
I was waiting to make the post until after we got our tasty cake. 😀
May 1st, 2009 at 6:11 am
Congratulations! Great work there. You do such wonderful things.
May 1st, 2009 at 7:16 am
Here…I wrote you a short “marching” song:
We work in the morning, we work in the night
We work long hours, we’re a ghostly sight
Hidy-Hidy, good Almighty, who the hell are we?
Zim-Zam, wham-bam the Corinna number 3!
May 1st, 2009 at 7:41 am
“…we’re a ghostly sight.”
That we are, Joe.
A marching song!!! How cool is that? Thanks so much.
😀
May 1st, 2009 at 11:16 am
Yeah, I figured you’d need something to sing whilst sweeping or cleaning or just standing around. One more verse now and I’m done…
We try to do our best, we try to earn some cash
And there are days when it’s a pain in the ass
Hidy-Hidy, good Almighty, who the hell are we?
Zim-Zam, wham-bam the Corinna number 3!