On Happiness, On Work, On Ass
A happy working ass, it’s all we ever wanted ;)
Rapping:
They spank booty, they’re spooky, they crank and shoot each other like Cupids.
They smile for nor reason, they charm without a mission, they don’t need to ask for permission.
They wake up before the alarm, they clean their room just for fun, they tan like lizards in the sun, no guilt for being beach-bums!
They volunteer more than necessary, they fight for carrying the grocery, they keep it simple, ‘sorcery’? no thanks we got it groovy!
They dance when washing dishes, they sing when passing shivers, they are sponataneously care-givers… mannn check out your nipples ;)
They get excited from working in the garden, everything is easy peasy no burden, they’re never burnout but just falling asleep smiling, knocked out!
They hug like wild boars full of sand, they hold hands like gay boysband, they’re never bored, they never get old (just for the hug, you are always cold)
They ask how are you, they mean it, they nail it, they nail you, they f*ck you upside down, your heart is a flying boomerang.
Logistical stop: The captain blasted a ‘Fire Alarm Siren’ and I had to get out for the safety drill. (hmmm my strange reality here in Africa)
They prefere the rain over the sun, they terrorize guests with a water gun, the party is never gone, the dancing is never done! bam bam!
They ask more flexy questions than give concrete answers, they say “we don’t know” and this how they humbly glow, boom, make everyone grow!
They hangout in old underwear, dress code none, it doesn’t matter.. they don’t care or care too much but that’s the punch! cha cha snair!
They stick roses to their hair, they stick no labels but they dare to be themselves, f*ck whatever, climb higher!
They don’t need to go home, because their home is wherever they are — belong, here and now = a family is born.
Boom boom bang bang pow pow we don’t f*ck around, we f*ck all time so you better join or show your white-chocolate bum:)
Fuck: An extremely flexible, magic word that exists in nearly every part of speech. It can be used as a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb.
A living example:
In the picture: The kitchen team of Rosemary Dream Dec 2017.
Roberta, Alexa, Or and Gina = The happiest times of the project.
Why? Look at this freaking epic team! When this bunch of champions was cooking, everyone was belly button touching and pregnant with joy and S. African baby boy.
No No & No! it’s not about the food, not the recipes, not the veganism and nothing external. It’s about happy workers that endlessly care about providing their unique art and character in the meaningful and flowing work.
Gameover workers, game on players! ;)
Funny enough that’s the easiest and most enjoyable way to make money = a happy business, isn’t it? (or that’s the best investment of money? to be happy! ahh.. I am confused)
Unfortunately everyone is always too busy and then ‘forced’ to bypass it entrepreneurially?
Entrepreneur: “a person who starts a business and is willing to risk loss in order to make money”
Rick Ross, Red Cross, risk loss, entrepreneurship ‘wreck the ship’ ,startup my a$$ — No risk for happiness!
Reviews should stop being written by costumers and start being written by workers = That’s the true measurement of a revolutionarily positive business =The one that focuses on inner wellness and not external wealth.
Happy or not happy?
And don’t try to fool me with fake smiles and balloon highs..
A random example:
“Pass me the ball” one of the Swedish guys said to me on the beach of Barra da Lagoa. So I passed.. and then I befriended two awesome youngsters that hung out with me for the rest of the week.
One of them was working for Amazon Norway.. and I was thrilled to know how does it feel behind the scenes of this trillion gazillion company..
He shamefully replied:
“The company’s values are only for the costumers”
I heard enough, this is self-explanatory.
So now what?
Purpose,
Party,
orrrrr….
Money?
A monkey jumped in and pooped on the screen… disrupting the debate.
He was lauging at us ‘enlightened humans’ and said what the f*ck are you f*cking around, do you f*ck me or I f*ck you?
Before I was able to respond he gave me a slap in the face, cracking peanuts and throwing the shells all over the place..
wee-weeing in the middle of the room..
He asked me: “what do you see?”
I said: “a flow of…” Bursting: “shhhhhh shut the f*ck up!”
“Go and flow!
What else do you need to know?”
