Our Peeps: The Thong Song & Balut

After the "Curtis Incident", I realized that we had to make sure we were getting the right people on the bus. This is not a place for everyone. Colorful metaphors, long work hours, surprising physical contact - yes, it's true. Poor innocents needed forewarning. And WE needed to be protected from THEM.

Jay and I nominated ourselves cultural stewards and set out to create an interview process that separated wheat from chaff, gansta from church lady.

Now we say: "Listen, we have to tell you (read 'warn you') about our culture. People here swear a lot, they tell crazy stories, we've got people of all shapes, sizes, orientations and degrees of impropriety (Jay!)." Peeps like us get a big grin on their face and say that they'll dive right in and contribute. Everyone else laughs nervously and professes to not be a "square."

I was taking a candidate on a tour of the office moments after delivering this spiel and someone (who shall remain nameless, but is clearly in a leadership position) exited his office singing "Thong th-thong thong thong" at the top of his voice. Case in point.

And, I found out yesterday that one of our peeps is a regular eater of balut, a Filippino delicacy heretofore seen only on Fear Factor and Survivor. He appears totally normal on the outside, but then - this bombshell. Balut is a fetal duck egg, if you didn't already know.

We have all kinds under this roof and we love it. If you're one of our peeps, call us.