Yesterday morning the ever-upbeat Chipper Secretary came into my office with a big smile on her face, handed me a card, and said: “Happy Boss’s Day!”
Eh? Boss’s Day?
Of course! How could I have forgotten? That explained the din from outside the window, where the famous Columbus Boss’s Day parade was passing by. As the CS and I looked outside to see the throngs of ecstatic celebrants crowding the streets, a band was playing one of the many selections from the great American songbook recognizing the crucial role played by bosses in our society. One of the many floats — all of which are hand made by office workers and must be decorated exclusively with shredded, recycled copier paper — depicted an appreciative employee receiving a “coaching session” from a friendly mentor that turned around his lagging career. It was followed by the popular Shriner mini-cars, which stopped and disgorged gangs of would-be “bosses” juggling paperweights and other desk ornaments as happy children shrieked with laughter, then a man dressed like a stapler who handed out free samples to the grateful parade-watchers.
Of course, the celebration didn’t stop outside the window. In our office excited people gathered in conference rooms to eat traditional Boss’s Cake, each hoping to get the piece with the tiny gold bowler hat that presages a year of “exceeds expectation” performance reviews. Later the ritual Boss’s Day games began, and one of the secretaries set a new firm speed record for successfully placing a five-party conference call while simultaneously booting up a PowerPoint presentation. By the end of the day, exhausted but happy workers were ready to go back to their homes, ready for their families to share in the fellowship that always wells in the breast of every employee when Boss’s Day ends.
I really appreciated the card.
Bob, are you sure you’re not confusing the Lumbergh Parade with the Columbus Marathon?