This week’s Happy Monday is a quick share of some fabulously groan-some jokes. So, grab a cup of coffee and start the week off chuckling!
My sister bet me a hundred dollars I couldn’t build a car out of spaghetti.
You should’ve seen her face when I drove pasta.
Or how about:
What time does Sean Connery arrive at Wimbledon?
Tennish.
You can get your fill of hilarity here: Link
Enjoy 🙂
Have an awesome week! Remember, you are capable of anything… go out and own the week 🙂
The economic climate has resulted in big-time business belt-tightening. Employees have found themselves propelled from workplace abundance to career scarcity. Gone are the liberal littering of business-related expenses, overtime boons, bonuses (well for most of us!) and opportunities for advancement.
In their place has emerged that great old spirit of Make Do and Mend.
Overtime? Do it in your own time.
Expenses? Take your own squash and sandwiches.
Bonuses? Cough… sorry, I just choked on my homemade sarnie.
Happy Monday to you all! The sun is shining, it’s a brand new week and a great time to start making a difference… in your life, at your work, to the world. To paraphrase Gandhi, the future depends on what you do today 🙂
This week, I thought I’d share with you a site that’s always cheered me up. It’s called Not Always Right and tells the tales that sit the other side of “the customer is always right”. In particular, I wanted to share medical stories from the Doctor side of things! Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you… True Medical Stories:
Welcome back to Happy Monday!
If you’ve read my About section, you’ll know I’m from Wales in the UK. This week I thought I’d treat you to a sample of our Welsh humour… and see what you think of it 🙂
Last week a video posted on Facebook went viral. Well, as viral as it can get in Wales; with its population of just over 3 million people. The video magically captures the sort of childish, spontaneous and understated comedy that most of us Welshies love.
I have to confess that when I was asked to cover this topic, my instinct was to perform a little side-step and flee for the hills. After all, as professional things go, the combination of alcohol and work is a contentious area. In a climate where it’s an employers market and competition is tight, turning up for work with a blatant hangover is akin to clotheslining Harry Styles in front of a group of frenzied teenagers. You’re asking for trouble.
That said, I’m not a job-snob and I woke up this morning feeling rather bold. So, let’s do this!