The gal I work with, Lisa, was training a newly-minted IT project manager.
“You need to fill this AIS out completely,” she informed him. “But no acronyms! Otherwise you die early age. My son used to say that.”
I started laughing. It’s hard not to overhear what’s going on when your cubicles are side by side with no walls between.
“That sounds like a bad fortune cookie,” I said.
We’ve all gotten fortune cookies, those crunchy, often stale almond-flavored crescents with a scrap of paper inside. Some are cryptic: “Don’t walk in the sun if your head is made of wax” (Ben Franklin said it, BTW). Or “A man who wants friends must himself be friendly” (Proverbs 18). I always like the ones that talk about adventure or wealth or favor. They’re generally positive, if sometimes trying to be like a truncated horoscope.
“A misfortune cookie!” the project manager exclaimed.
“We could make those, go into business together,” I said. I briefly contemplated a life of leisure…
“They probably already exist,” replied my coworker.
I looked them up. They do. Drat.
Some of them are black. They’re a little ghoulish. Not a fan.
The rest are funny, if a little off-putting.
Our words have great power to create and to destroy. Here’s hoping some of the time they can make us laugh. This is your PSA for today. Peace!