so the warehouse manager comes in and the office gal ambushes him and makes him get a photo for our new employee board. Poor guy poses and says, “hey can I stop myself from bleeding to death now?”
well, he made it through, we gave him a bandaid and all is good. Not that we’re saying he wasn’t really bleeding to death, but yeah I guess I am saying that… poor warehouse manager, no one is exempt from our joking… well maybe me
What pre-empted this photog session? One of our techs is fixing the truck and has his polo shirt collar up. Welcome to the 80s! So we take pride in how our equipment looks and fashion here at the Frog… even our techs are fashion conscious!
Lately we’ve been teasing Mr. Mohawk a lot about his self-inflicted… errr created … mohawks. I’ll admit the almost forty and up gang here at the Frog don’t totally get the whole faux- hawk, mohawk, cristian ronald hawk. We’ve been calling it the sleep on one side of your bed for a few minutes and then flip. Let’s be serious “in our day” men wore mohawks along with an iron and glue and the hawk was at least one foot long.
So today’s been a sing a long day…that’s the added bonus of working with me. I sing along, I whistle and you don’t even get a choice if you want to listen to me or not, unless you’re a warehouse person, then you can banish yourself to the other end of the odd warehouse.
Speaking of warehouse, the guys… errr… politically correct warehouse employees are organizing our facility (do you really want me to talk in such a formal voice?) and I just happened upon a plethora (that means A LOT) of bar handwash sinks, bar sinks and cold wells! So, stop in and shop in and save a bazillion dollars at the Frog