Directions to Colorado Kayak SupplyI started working for Colorado Kayak Supply Friday, the commencement of CKS PaddleFest, as the “Content Media Specialist.” It’s been a flurry of interviews, socializing, working, and introductions in the midst of a company wide “Get’r done weekend.” As of yesterday morning I had a total of 3 CKS workdays. Like any good employee I’m excited to do a great job and hopefully with my pen articulate compelling kayak stories repping the company.
Cap’n Dave’s Post-PaddleFest BOH MeetingAs the rookie I knew better than to say a word. Don’t ask anything stupid. Just be quiet. Do your job. And maybe if you’re lucky Dave will notice a photo or story you wrote praising, “That was stout” or “I browned when I read that…” But not really his style to use words like “Stout” or “Brown.” Dave began the meeting and instructed his team what had to be done. My mind drifted. Would the team ever include me in the cool reindeer games? How long would it take? Mother of Garcia, what do I have to do to break through? I had seen on Dave’s meeting agenda list, “Welcome David Hughes.” This was the clue that told me to be at the meeting. The meeting finished not a minute too soon. Not that Dave was boring or anything. No, not at all… his meetings are short and too the point. Even well timed and inclusive of BOH laughing at FOH to break up the, “we need to move these boats.” But I had to exit that meeting. You see I’m a coffee lover. That means my body is a morning clock. It’s true every morning I have to brown twice and at times (remember the clock)… Well let’s just say Dave’s meeting was pushing the hold limits on Brown #2. But I’d be damned. Damned to Back of House Hell if I was going to leave that meeting early. After the meeting there was nothing to consider in my mind just as normal as any morning I went to the toilet. The office toilet… How could I have known? Bobby… Damn it Bobby you didn’t train me for what was about to be unleashed.
Squeaky Clean Office Toilet is not for Brown
"How could I have known CKS was such a sophisticated organization with multiple toilets separating excretion? Where were the “Brown Signs?” For God’s sake… what kind of place is this?"Would they have a potty seat for my final humiliation? Dave opened the “Brown Room” door pointing to the porcelain. I knew the two jackals Claude and Gordon were peaking around the corner taking some sort of dysfunctional enjoyment out of the experience. I returned to the office, they were silent not looking up at me. But I knew the smirks were there. I dared not look anyone in the eyes as I walked to to my desk with my proverbial “Tail between my legs.”