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Death By Candlelight

In honor of Halloween, I share this scary story. I delivered it as a speech to my Toastmasters club last week.

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Not far from here, but long ago lived and died a man alone. Oh the loneliness didn’t bother him for he had his books. He was mad for his books.

“Those books will kill you one day,” his friends would only half tease.

On the evening of his death came a knock on the door of his lonely cottage in the snowy woods.

“We’re off to town for an evening of drink and stories. Join us!” his friends entreated.

“No, I’ll not go out, for I have a vintage bottle I’ve been saving and the story has come to me. A book arrived today. It’s a new writer and they say his characters and scenes leap right off the page.”

“Suit yourself, but those books will kill you one day.” And with a promise to stop by on the marrow they turned their sleigh and headed off through the gathering storm.

The man built up a fire, lit a candle, poured himself the first glass of wine and settled down by the hearth. Oh, what a tale he read that night. One of danger and daggers. Assassins and angels. He read and he drank. And eventually he forgot to drink. But the story sucked him in. It told of one wild and stormy night, a victim stranded all alone in his lonely house in the snowy woods.

The cold seeped into his very bones. He huddled closer to the fire, tilting the book to read by the light from the candlestick.

The wind shrieking through the trees matched the scene on the page. The rattling windows were the thieves trying to break in and assault. Their TAP, TAP, TAPPING was all around him, on the window, the walls, the door and back to the window.

Which is worse the knowing that you are marked for death or approaching your untimely end blissfully unawares? He couldn’t tell. No longer knowing ear from eye. He read on. The thieves made their way through the blinding snow and howling wind. The snow crunching beneath their feet as they approached their unsuspecting victim. Now the thieves and murderers were right outside his door.

Suddenly their came a crash. A door? A window? A tree? Who was there outside in the storm?

Laying aside his book, he gathering up his candle and by its light he glanced around the shadows in the tiny room. How had it gotten so dark?

But, the crash and the incessant tapping at the door? He stepped gingerly across the room.

“Is someone there?” He no longer heard tapping, but on the the shriek of the wind answered him.

Was someone there, outside in the snow? Who could know? Again he called out, “Is anyone there?” only to be answered by the howling wind. Finally setting aside the candle, we went to open the door but a crack.

CRASH!

With the force of 20 men the wind ripped the door out of his hands and slammed him aside. The candle knocked from his hands went out as it clattered to the floor, plunging the room into semi darkness. Unseen fiends attacked the room scattering his papers. The fire flared up catching shadows dancing against the walls.

“Who are you?” The wind took his words, twisted them into knots and threw them back at him.

Catching hold of the door, he struggled against the unseen intruders. The howling wind pushed back. Finally, after a mighty shove he succeeded in locking whomever or whatever back outside. Bolting the door, he caught his breath. “What a fright I’ve given myself. Over nothing.”

He laughed a nervous laugh. “It was only the wind, of course.” He almost believed it himself.

In the darkness he fumbled to the desk beneath the window for a light. The match flared.

What was that? A face. At the window. Only for a moment. Peering in as he glanced out before he pulled the candle away.

Who would be out on a night like this? No sane man, surely. Only assassins and thieves, come to rob in this remote place where none could hear his cries for help.

His ailing heart raced. Despite the cold, sweat beaded his forehead. Never one to gain courage in the bottle, he no longed for another drink. But, here hiding beside the window, dare he dare it? Clutching his pistol in one hand, candle in the other, his fear finally overcoming his courage he darted past the window.

THERE!

For a brief moment he saw the man again. His face the mask of the insane. With trembling hands he raised the glass to his lips, but the wine turned to vinegar in his mouth. Still the fear ate at his gut. The pain in his arm, in his chest. His breath labored.

What to do? Sit and wait to be struck down in his bed? “If I am to die tonight. I’ll not go quietly.” With courage he did not feel, he caught up the candle and his pistol and stepped to the center of the room boldly faced his attacker through the glass.

Oh the hideousness. The horror, from him or of him he couldn’t say. The man, while dressed simply enough had the face of the deranged. Clearly mad. All sanity and reason fled. He also armed brought his weapon weapon to bear as each pointed the instruments of death at the other.

“WHAT FIEND FROM HELL ARE YOU TO COME TO TORMENT ME?” But his words and those of his assailant were lost in the shrieking of the wind.

“Leave me know or one of us will die this night!” But, the insane madman, shouting inaudible words, held his place.

The pain in his chest now nearly too much to bear. He determined he must kill or be killed. Not daring to look to the left or the right. His gaze locked into the that of his deranged killer. And those eyes. Oh, those eyes. All reason fled. All humanity bloated out.

His trembling finger found the trigger. A pause and a hold.

“LEAVE ME! LEAVE ME! LEAVE ME BE!” he pleaded to deaf ears.

Finally,

CRACK

A tree? A branch? Or a bullet? Who can say. The man slowly crumpled to the floor. Blackness settling around him. His only satisfaction knowing that his aim had been true, for he saw his killer also struck low.

It was thus that his friends found him in the morning. They had to break down the barred door. It’s a mystery to this day what killed him. For the door was barred, the windows shuttered. The undisturbed expanse of snow losing itself in the start and dead silent trees.

Him slumped on the floor with a pistol that had never been fired, a burnt out candle not far, and by the hearth his still open book: “Death By Candlelight.”

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Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday at 7:00 AM Mountain Time. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and one grandchild.

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Why Writers Are Better Than Photographers

You know Leslie, if you screw up the song, no one will remember it in a year. If I screw up the pictures, they will remember it forever.

You do realize I haven’t sung yet, right?

Oh. . .sorry. I’m sure you’ll do great.

We were at the wedding for my brother-in-law and his new bride Shannon. They were young and in love and poor. Otherwise they never would have asked me to be their wedding photographer. This was before digital cameras. I had a Pentax K1000, a nice flash and a couple of lenses. I bought some ASA25 film and prayed that I wouldn’t screw up too badly.

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Years earlier, I had been the official photographer for my senior class. I knew how to develop my own black and white film. So, I did have some experience.

The wedding pictures turned out reasonably well. I know that not because I’m much of a judge, but Shannon later became a professional photographer. And given her critical eye and her love for her brother-in-law, I’m sure, she has announced that my pictures were well done. (Leslie did a marvelous job singing as well.)

But, the title of this post is “Writers Are Better.” So why am I talking about the time I was a photographer? Because those photographer experiences are what convinced me that when it comes to enjoying an event the writer’s experience far and away beats the photographer’s.

A while ago I wrote a post about the times where we are so busy trying to capture the moment on camera that we end up losing it. (The Greatest Picture I Never Took.) Monday night when I hosted the Haunting’s contest, (Do You Like A Scary Story?) I talked to Dana Johnson, the official photographer about how trying to capture the moment sometimes loses it.

I know what you mean Rodney. I photographed my daughter’s wedding. Fortunately there were two of us. But I have to remind myself to take a picture and then put the camera aside and enjoy the moment.

This is some of Dana’s work.

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Founder April Johnson, 3rd place George McEwan, winner Daniel Bishop, 2nd place and people’s choice winner Stephen Gashler, and some guy who was overdressed.
(Photo Credit: Dana Johnson)

Looking back at my one gig as a wedding photographer, I remember being so concerned with getting the shot that I missed lots of the event. But, it was worth it to provide a wonderful gift to my brother-in-law and his bride.

So, why do writers have an advantage? After all, they can’t capture the detail that the photographer does. Their memory will fade, where the photographs will exist forever. It’s that memory fade that gives the writer the advantage.

Just as a photographer is always looking at the world through a lens, even if she doesn’t have a camera, a writer is always looking at the world from a storyteller’s viewpoint. A photographer is never more than an arm’s length from her camera. A writer is never without a pen and something to write on. And where a photographer needs to stay out of the shot, the writer gets to immerse himself in the experience completely.

As a writer I want to fully embrace an event. I want to see it, taste it, smell it, breath it. Because I know that I’m going to have to recreate the event from memory. So, I’m going to look for details and them commit them to memory. I’m going to talk to people. If I’m going to retell this experience as a personal story, I will pay attention to my own feelings. I’ll laugh or cry, be scared or excited.

Where a photographer creates crisp clean, picture-perfect images, a writer gets messy. We get to indulge in feelings, in imagination of what might be happening or what might have been.

And when the writer sits down to craft his story he has the entire experience to draw upon. Like a painter selecting his paints and brushes, the writer can pick and choose which details to include, which details to leave out. He can choose to ignore the weather, or draw parallels between the billowing clouds and the wedded couple’s blossoming love. He can look beyond what the guests are wearing and get into their heads and their hearts.

The father of the bride held both the sweet and the bittersweet in his heart as he walked her down the aisle and realized he was no longer the most important man in her life.

Yeah, that was me walking my oldest through the snow to a tent where the rest of her life was waiting to replace my arm with his.

As a writer, I revel in the freedom I have to transcend boundaries not only of physical location, but of time and even worlds. I can delve into the distant past or project myself into the far future. With nothing more than 26 letters arranged in various configuration on the page, I can build worlds without number, or linger over a single poignant moment. Yes, when it comes to recording the world around us, I definitely think the writers get the better deal.

(Just don’t tell my sister-in-law.)

Shannon Wilkinson Photography can be found here.

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday at 7:00 AM Mountain Time. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and one grandchild.

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Psst…Could You Give A Speech, Right Now?

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Rodney, it looks like Dori isn’t going to make it today.

Yeah, I don’t see her.

She was one of our speakers.

Oh?

So, do you have a speech you can share with us to fill in?

Uh. . . .

It’s my own fault. I’ve been attending Toastmasters for over a year. I attended because I love to talk. And I always over prepare. They say to always come with a speech ready. And I did. Anytime someone wasn’t available, I had a speech ready. . .except today. I’m working on some speeches that are supposed to be 15-20 minutes long so they take more preparation. But, my club was used to being able to call on me last minute.

Now Jane was staring at me not so much with a questioning look, but a look of “Tell me the name of your speech.” It didn’t help that the meeting had already started.

Ah. . . I . . um. . .Oh wait! I have this speech that I wrote for the scary story contest. But, I haven’t really practiced it.

Great. You’ll go second.

The reason I hadn’t presented this story at the Hauntings contest was that I didn’t feel I was ready. Now, I had maybe 15 minutes to prepare. The speech was about 10 minutes long. Fortunately, I had it typed out with all of my edits hand written in. I started reading through it.

There are several elements that go into a successful speech. The first, of course is content. I had to make sure I knew the content. Second, at least in Toastmasters is memorization, no notes. I paid particular attention to the transitions. Knowing that after I say THIS phrase, I need to pause and then say THAT phrase.

Third, is voice, inflection, tone, volume, etc. I was going to have to figure out most of that during the speech and hope I got it right the first time. And finally, for this speech, I needed to set up a scene; a fireplace over there, a door here, a window over here. The objects weren’t there, of course. But, I had to convince the audience they were. Blocking is the process of walking through a scene to get the movements right. Blocking was another piece I was going to have to do live.

The first speaker got up to tell what turned out to be a fascinating speech on how to recognize and avoid abuse. I had to keep reminding myself to read my story not look at Martha.

And our next presenter will be Rodney telling us a scary Halloween story.

I took my paper with me and put it on the podium just for moral support.

How long is your story, Rodney?

Ah. . .let’s say 8-10. But, really it’s going to be as long as it takes me to tell the story.

I hadn’t even been through it with a stop watch. I wasn’t sure how long it was.

I love storytelling. Since this was a story I had written myself, I “knew” the essence of the story. I got the hook set in the opening. I pulled the crowd with me into the little cottage nestled in the snowy woods. I conjured up a storm that blew through the top floor of the old American Fork city hall that we meet in. The conflict built along with the suspense. Just at the climax the timers green light came on telling me that I had 2 minutes left. Perfect! Right on track.

I brought my protagonist to the final conflict and the crowd came with me. I never hear the applause, so I can’t tell you how much they applauded, but the comments were all very positive.

I thought about the fact that when we act a particular way, people come to expect us to act that way. I’m in the middle of a crazy project at work. It’s got an incredibly tight schedule. But, then every time they hand us a project it has a crazy tight schedule. And every time we pull it off. So, management has come to expect that we will be able to pull together a 3 month project in 2 months.

I’ve talked with my technical team about it. We need to adopt the attitude that Mr. Scott from Star Trek has. We should tell them it’s going to take 5x as long as it actually takes and then we look like heroes for finishing early. Yeah, that never worked for us either.

But, as I once again had a story that I could pull out at the last minute, I realized there are worse traits to have than to be counted as dependable.

I just have to prep another speech before my next meeting. Fortunately I’ll miss the next couple so I’ve got a little time.

Always have a story ready, even if in your job “story” means being able to complete an extra project.

Look for my story “Death By Candlelight” on Halloween.

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday at 7:00 AM Mountain Time. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and one grandchild.

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Do You Like A Scary Story?

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Event organizer, April Johnson, Winner Daniel Bishop, and some guy who way overdressed
Photo Credit: Dana Johnson, Timpanogos Storytelling Institute

For 90 minutes last night six people did their best to scare the daylights out of a room full of people at the Orem City Library. The occasion was the Timpanogos Story Telling Institute’s 2nd annual Haunting’s contest. How I ended up on the stage for most of the night is a bit of a surprise to me.

What do you do for fun? I write a lot about work. This space has talked about how to be a successful leader, how to be a successful employee, how to be a successful trainer. I believe in being deliberate about your job.

But, there’s more to life than work. You need to have hobbies. They will make you a more well rounded employee. They will give you a chance to step away from the stresses of work and rejuvenate.

Last night was one of those times for me. I love storytelling. I’ve written here before about my involvement with Toastmasters (His Dream, My Reality.) Toastmasters can aid your career, especially if you struggle with public speaking. But, mostly I joined because I enjoy the chance to prepare and present a speech.

I was on stage last night as the emcee for the storytelling festival. Telling jokes, “They told me to dress up, this is as dressed up as I could get,” introducing tellers and overall having a great time. I’ve been involved with the Storytelling festival for the past three years. This is my first year with Hauntings, but I’ve been involved with the Tall Tales contest as a judge and as emcee. (Liar, Liar. . .Here Have An Award.)

Some of you absolutely hate the idea of getting up in front of a crowd of people. I get it. This isn’t a post that is saying that you should be like me. I am saying that you should have something outside of work that you do for you, or for you and your family, whether it’s jet skis, or jigsaw puzzles, or long walks, or travel. Make sure you are taking the occasional break from work and rejuvenating. We are almost to the end of the year. Don’t let your vacation days go to waste.

Get out and have fun. You’ll enjoy work more.

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday at 7:00 AM Mountain Time. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and one grandchild.

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That’s A Hideous Shade Of Orange

Reaching for a wrench, I picked up one that someone had tagged with ugly orange paint. It looked terrible. . .and it made me smile.

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What sets you apart from your peers at work? Are you the funny person? The Microsoft Excel wiz? The “good with clients” woman? What is your brand and your signature?

Your brand is the whole package. It’s the “you” of you. So, for me, my brand is everything that goes into “Rodney as an employee.” Here are some of the things I work at making part of my brand.

- Excellent communication skills

This gets put on everyone’s resume. I think because it’s part of every job description. In my case, I focus on three things. Writing, speaking and negotiating. I have a set of stories that I can tell that are short and top the point to illustrate times I’ve excelled at all three.

- Independent Thinker

Everyone says they want independent thinkers, but not every company really does. Because I’ve been an independent contractor, and run a small business, I am familiar with the situation where I have to make a decision. Sometimes, in fact most times, I don’t have complete information. I have to make a best guess and then live with my choice. Yeah, I can do that. And sometimes you guess wrong.

- Dress

This one rarely goes on the resume, but it’s something I think about everyday. At work I ALWAYS were slacks, polished dress shoes and either a starched shirt with a sport coat, or a polo shirt with a leather jacket. It’s gotten to the point where people don’t even notice. And that’s good. It’s not what I prefer wearing. When I come home from work I change into jeans, t-shirts and black leather lace up boots. That’s what I would wear every day given the choice.

Okay, so all of these go into a personal brand. There are lots more that do, but y’all would quit reading if I listed page after page of “Oh, it’s all about Rodney” items. The real point is that these are things I have deliberately cultivated. I’ve looked for opportunities to practice these.

Signature

If that’s a brand, what’s a signature? A signature is the “elevator pitch” of your brand. It’s what people think of you, or more accurately it’s what they think when they think ABOUT you.

- Funny
– Quiet
– Smart
– Strong
– Nice

The signature I’ve tried to cultivate is “problem solver.” I have dozens of things that I’m responsible for. Many of them tend to be low maintenance unless something goes wrong. Some of them, like daily reports, require constant attention, but are easily solved. There are other times where an issue is an ongoing problem, or it’s completely unexpected but needs to be dealt with. These are the times I really try to shine. It’s not unusual to get an email from one of the senior directors saying

Rodney, this is an issue we need resolved today. Could you take care of it?

More times than not, it’s something I can resolve if I just devote enough time and attention to it. And I really focus on it. Partly because I enjoy the challenge of resolving issues. It’s a game in some ways to see if you can figure out how to solve a problem. The bigger the problem, the bigger the payoff when you solve it. But, the other reason I focus on it immediately is that people are watching. They are watching me and in your job they are watching you. These are the moments when you can forge your signature. I want my signature to be “problem solver.”

Why did I smile when I grabbed that hideous orange wrench? Because that orange is also a signature. My grandfather was a junk dealer in Great Falls, MT. When he died, I inherited his tools. Grandpa would paint his tools so that if he was ever working with another person and their tools got mixed, Grandpa could easily identify which tools were his.

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I smile when the tool I grab is orange because I know that this was one of his tools. And it reminds me of him. The orange paint was his signature.

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday at 7:00 AM Mountain Time. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and one grandchild.

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The Lesson Of The Backward Flag

Ah. . .I don’t know. . .Jonah and the whale?

I was taking a group of high school juniors through a thought exercise as part of a Sunday School lesson last Sunday. I presented them with a table covered with about 20 household odds and ends.

Bar of soap
XBox controller
American flag patch
Deck of playing cards
Sports medal
AA Battery
Fall leaves
Cell phone
A penny
A miniature baseball bat
A bandaid
TV Remote control
An antique shaving mug
…plus a few more.

The point of the exercise was to hand an item to someone in the class and ask that person to come up with an analogy, or a parable using the item. Jesus taught people using wheat and tares, lost sheep and missing coins.

(Stay with me, we are getting to the business application in just a second.)

I explained that He used those things because that’s what people understood. If He were alive today he’d be using things common to us. And that is the key to teaching anyone, from the youngest baby to the most seasoned IT professional. You have to make it personal.

Chris was holding a stuffed dolphin or whale, we never did figure out which.

I guess it could represent Jonah who got swallowed by a whale because he tried to run away from God.

I was the last to participate. When it came my turn, I was handed the flag. It’s about 3″ by 1.5″. Here’s a picture.

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If you are familiar with flag etiquette, you might notice a problem with this flag. It’s backwards. Whenever the flag is displayed it should be displayed with the field of stars in the upper left corner. This patch has it wrong.

This is a special flag. There is an exception to the “upper left” orientation. This is the shoulder patch of a United States soldier. Specifically, it goes on the right shoulder. The flag on a soldier’s uniform represents the standard that was carried into battle historically. In battle, if the blue field is pointed toward enemy it means the army is advancing. If the field of stars is pointed away from the enemy it means the army is retreating.

Symbolically, our soldiers don’t retreat. When worn on the right shoulder a “proper” orientation of the flag would show a flag retreating. This flag then, IS the proper orientation for a soldier’s uniform and any other orientation is wrong.

I’ll explain the analogy I used for my Sunday School class full of ten 16 and 17 year old boys, and then I’ll explain how I think this simple flag has a message for all of us in business.

To my class I explained that being a person of faith will put them at odds with many people in the world. They are being taught to not smoke, or drink alcohol, or coffee and tea. They are being taught sexual purity means waiting until they are married. Let’s face it, they are being taught some pretty old fashioned concepts.

There will be people who will try to convince you that you are doing it wrong. That you are metaphorically going the wrong way.

Drink a little. It won’t hurt you.

A single cigarette won’t kill you.

If you love her and she loves you, then you shouldn’t have to wait.

But, just as the flag represents the direction a soldier is going, it also represents the very ideals that the soldier is committed to defending. It’s the “wrongness” of the flag that sets them apart. The young men will also commit to uphold standards that are bigger than themselves. It’s the fact that some in the world think they are doing it “wrong” that is an indication that they are on the right track.

Wow, Brother Bliss. That’s really deep.

Gotta love teaching teenagers.

The lesson of the backward flag applies in business as well. As an employee, you are representing your company. However, you should have your own set of values that guide you regardless of what norms your company has. Ideally, your personal beliefs will match up with company values.

But, occasionally they won’t. I worked for a company one time that was actively breaking the law. It quickly became obvious that I couldn’t stay. A small software company I worked for was once asked to create a website for a spammer. Fortunately, my boss didn’t want anything to do with that line of business. If he had, I wouldn’t have stayed.

At the times our personal values clash with those of our company we are like the flag above. To the world it might look like we are doing it wrong. But, the very fact that people feel that we are wrong, is an indication that we are doing it right.

Figure out which direction your flag is pointing, and don’t be afraid to follow it, even if it leads you against the norms that everyone says are “right.”

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday at 7:00 AM Mountain Time. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and one grandchild.

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Rule #1: Don’t Get Caught On Camera

I was framed.

I started my new job about 7 months ago. I typically prefer to keep a low profile when I start a new job. I do lots of listening. Lots of asking questions, but try to not to draw too much attention to myself.

So, no one suspected it was me. Not a single person. I was SO discreet.

My coworker Brad has a bird on his desk.

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The top part spins around. Brad will idly spin it while he’s on phone calls. My boss, the only one who was in on it, suggested that the team had a history of hiding Brad’s bird. He suggested I take it on one of my trips (Five Percent Travel) and take pictures of it in some random place.

I snuck it out of the office and took it to Richmond, VA. Here it is on the back of a really big metal chicken.

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Don’t see it? Here’s a closeup.

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I’d send the pictures to my boss and he’d email them to the team. It was a good plan and it was kind of fun. The key, of course was I never mentioned Brad’s bird to anyone. Not even when it was right under his nose.

In the area between our cubes is a potted plant. I put the bird in the plant and it took him over a week to find it.

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The problem was I overreached. I thought,

Where can I put it that he can see it, but have trouble getting it?

The answer was the top of a 10 foot wall in our office area. The ceiling sloped from about 8 feet to 20 feet high. The offices had traditional walls.

Perfect.

I got my boss to leave a ladder in his office. I came in early and Brad’s bird suddenly had a bird’s eye view of the entire office. I was kind of surprised that Brad didn’t get the bird down. Brad is also a Project Manager. Our whole job is to identify problems and solve them. I thought the “bird on a wall” would have been fairly easy to fix. But, for some reason Brad left the bird there for nearly two weeks. Finally, I climbed back up on the ladder early one morning and rescued the bird.

I came back from my latest trip (This Never Happened To James Bond) and was sitting at my desk going through emails. There was a tap on my shoulder. It was one of our uniformed security guards and he was standing next to my boss.

Rodney, I need to let you know that we have security footage of you violating company policy. It’s pretty serious.

I actually managed to imagine a thing or two that might have triggered this visit. They weren’t real, but my imagine was running overtime at this point. My concern apparently showed pretty clearly on my face.

Did I mention that we share a cube farm with the security team? Yeah, none of them knew I was the bird napper either. But, they knew something I didn’t. They new the location of the security camera’s and had access to the tapes.

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This wouldn’t have been too bad if my boss wasn’t ALSO a prankster. After he and the security guard. . and several other PM’s got done laughing he handed me a shirt.

RULES OF THE OFFICE PRANKSTER

Rule number one

Don’t get caught on camera!

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Like I said, I was framed.

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday at 7:00 AM Mountain Time. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and one grandchild.

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