I work as an inside sales consultant for a publishing company. It is not a bad place to be. From my experience, most of my colleagues are kind, hard working, and oftentimes, passionate about what they do. It is a pleasure and a blessing to be surrounded by such people.
Now, I tend to like most people. But, this colleague, we’ll call him Sam, tops them all.
Sam is in charge of delivering our mail, sorting mail and sending mail. In professional terms, he is the Facilities Specialist.
I don’t remember how it started, but somewhere along the way, we started doing the rocket ship “handshake” every time he stops by my desk with mail or when we see each other in the hallway.
It goes a little something like this:
Each person slowly brings their fists together, as if they are doing a “fist bump”. From there, fists connected, one person raises their pointer finger upward and the other person releases her closed fist so that her fingers are pointing downward. It’s just an upward motion from there, the pointer finger acting as the head of the rocket ship and the downward pointing wiggling fingers mimicking the fire shooting out of the end of the rocket.
Of course, you can’t forget the sound effects! Usually, I am the one to unapologetically make the swooshing sound that is supposed to resemble the roaring fire.
Now you might be thinking to yourself, “ok, Allie, how old are you? Act you age!”
But my colleague Gordon would have smiled and shook his head and say, “Allie, you live for these moments, don’t you?”
I’d laugh and say “you know me so well.”
Happy Sprinkles 