Once upon a time I was given the assignment to make a list of the qualities I would require in a person who I was handing my pretend company over. I then had to isolate ten non-negotiables that this person had to have.
I wrote down things like “bonded” and “creative” and “smart” and “honest” and “good with people.”
It turned out – and stop me if you’ve heard this one – that I wasn’t giving the person a business, but my partnership. (It was an exercise in boundaries.) (PS After learning this, I translated “bonded” into “financially stable/good with money.”)
I was commended on not listing any superficial qualities. But I couldn’t really see how being taller than me would make a difference in how someone would run my imaginary company.
So tonight I was driving around eating a burrito and looking at Christmas lights, and I think I might want my CEO to have a little Clark Griswold in him. Mostly because I think you have to go all or nothing with outdoor decorations.
Ahh! Banjos FTW. Always.
PS This whole thing is (this year, at least) Ted’s – and the HIMYM writers’ – fault.
I love this show.