Catching up, catching up...
About a month (!) ago, Mark Goren of Transmission Marketing bestowed some kind words upon yours truly by naming Pow! as one of his five "Thinking Blogs" (for more info on what that means, click here).
In my comment thanking him, I mentioned that the last time anyone accused me of thinking was a hot shampoo girl and that was more than two decades ago...and promised to get around to telling the story when things calmed down around here.
Well, things have gotten crazier around here, so if I don't tell this story now, it may get lost in a pile of to dos and more important matters. So without any further ado...
Before Airborne, before Just For Laughs even, I made my living as the sole proprietor of a marketing/promotion consulting business. I had just graduated from McGill, and pounding the pavement looking for clients was an arduous and often fruitless task.
Knowing that I needed to generate some cash flow to pay bills and eat, I somehow managed to connive Lasalle College in Montreal to hire me as a teacher. And teach I did, Marketing, Sales and Advertising classes to kids in Retail and Hotel Management programs (most of whom were only a year or two younger than me) for over 22 hours a week at 25 bucks and hour.
My busiest days were the Mondays. In class from 8:30 a.m. until 1:30 p.m. straight, a two-hour break until 3:30 p.m., after which I returned to teach an afternoon and a night class. By the end of the day, I had no voice.
One Monday, I rushed out for a haircut during the mid-day break. I ran to Le Pascha salon about 20 minutes away, and plopped down exhausted into the tilted hairwasher's chair to get my mane cleaned.
"Ohhhhh," I sighed/complained.
"What's wrong?" asked the more-than-beautiful hair-washer, a stunning, tall girl from Italy, who still spoke with a pronounced accent.
"What a morning," I continued to bemoan. "I'm exhausted!"
"What did you do all morning to make you so tired?" she asked.
"I taught," was my reply.
Get ready for the clincher.
On one hand, it may come across as kinda dopey, but on the other hand, I was rather appreciative that someone thought I could be so tired by just using my brain.
"Oh really," she said in her accent. "What did you 'tink about?"
Say it aloud if you still don't get it. And have a nice, productive, thought-provoking Monday.