Something funny going on

November 12, 2009 Mamdooh Banking & Money matters, Business, Education, Family, Health, Living, People watching, Personal Views, Relationships, 3

When I look back and think about my earlier years and all the fun I had with all its good and bad stuff that anyone would encounter when he’s a ball of fire waiting to explode. Having fun was easy, all you had to do was be awake. Even the family meals would be great, especially when one of my brothers or sister would have made my mother angry at something or the other and the others would try and make him laugh.

Not going to sleep at night when we should and play stupid games like who blinks first, or who laughs first. Ideally you would have to make really retarded faces so the other would crack up before you, faces that I sometimes make for my little darling girl, who goes off telling the world what daddy did! making me pretend it wasn’t me.

Playing pranks 24/7 and when there is no one looking I play the pranks on myself. I remember times when me & my sister used to record my younger brothers private teacher’s talk with him, especially when he told me he was screaming at him. The damn thing shut down and the teacher heard it, found it, and got angrier than before. What we did later was fill his shoes with little rocks and sand at the door and waited to see his reaction, our little brother hated us!

Fast forward and you find me running away from my father who was not really a great driver, so I had to guide him daily through our homes gates, he left dents on each side of the gate. One time he was exiting and I was pretending to be an airplane guiding controller, you know the one with big paddles that go left and right, till the plane parks. Well, what happened was i was wearing those big platform 80’s sandals, wearing a short thobe, thin as a  stick, and guiding my father through the gates.

He suddenly hits on the gas by mistake and I try to make my escape, as fast as I could run, wishing he would hit one of the gates instead of me, he manages to speed through the gates, hits me hard. I fly in the air, land like a chicken in a puddle of fresh mud, my father gets a screaming from my mother, me and my sister crack up! and that’s my dad.

At my first job I would bring pizza for the boys, cakes, candy just to freshen up the place. I get slapped with a first year appraisal stating that I should go back to high school, I am not ready for the real world. I used to handle foreign exchange dealing, some serious money at stake. While I had breaks from the international market, I would handle the branches requests and pretend I was a computerized answering machine. They would be pressing buttons for 15 minutes and then I would say something like if you want to speak to an Arabic speaking dealer dial 1 again, when they do, I would repeat the whole questions to 10 again. The moral of that story is that the Bank does not exist anymore!

We once gave a senior manager a whole weeks supply of laxatives, he hit the toilet more than 50 times that day, and he could not make it home without spoiling his pants. The real visionary was a highly paid senior belgium dealer that hated the irish manager who really looked like colonel sanders.

Pretending to be a loud mouth person in a taxi is my favorite. The driver would be jumping all around the drivers seat every time i open my mouth, my brother in the back would crack up! Pretending to be an american in arabic countries gets me 50% discounts on taxis, cool.

I continue to do the same throughout the years but cannot and will not disclose them here,they could get me in serious trouble is I made any disclosure now.The weird looks I get from people who are expecting some serious response from me when all they get is a meaningless clueless answer, simply priceless. Its all good.

What I will be doing tomorrow is simply doing the same, but with less intensity, I want the real stuff the teenage craziness. The one that the worst than can happen is being sent to bed early or grounded. Society tends to mature when it should relax and ease off a bit. If you realize lately a switch over the years in movies, even horror ones. Funny rules, funny is good for you, funny makes you alive.

Imagine what it would be like to have a new goal on your annual appraisal to check your level of fun? How much fun does this dude add to the workplace? i would love to be the first to start such a transition in the workplace. One of the greatest Bankers I met in my life who made it to the top of the ranks in an International top 5 Bank told me his secret was he played more than he worked. He said this in front of all us management associates coming from more than 15 countries on a Singapore training course.

Seven days without laughter makes one weak.  ~Mort Walker

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