My dad, Murray MacDonald, spent most of his career working for a company called GTE. You remember GTE, right? (Gee. No, GTE!) It was a telephone company (that later turned into Verizon), back when telephones were hard-wired into a physical location, we liked it that way!
On a recent visit, my parents brought me an assortment of fun things as they will do, including this little gem:
Just a simple golden paper weight from a bygone corporate era, when apparently, Quality meant something.
I have dubbed it "The Quality Award" and decided, in our home, to give it to the person who demonstrates superior quality in their particular efforts. For example:
I have given it for the time being to Coleman, who is writing a play called "Aliens are Eating Our Cornflakes" and preparing scripts for all of the cast members. Now THAT is some Quality of the creative kind.
And I should also pass it along to my friend, Lisa, who sewed up Cole’s alien costume, for said play (and Halloween) because that is a Quality effort, and one skill I do not possess!
And I should also share the award with myself, because last night I made pretty Quality version of apple crisp for the second time in two days, and… I did a Quality job of polishing it off, too.
But why stop there? Why not give Cole’s dentist the award, for some truly Quality dental care?
Then, give it right back to me for making some Quality mini sandwiches, designed for kids with fewer teeth?
And what about passing it along to the makers of the new "Rainbow House" (as Dan and I have christened it); the new neighborhood grocery store that just opened a few weeks ago. Everytime I’ve been in there, I’ve had nothing short of a spectacular and wholly Quality experience.
Yes, when you really stop to think about it, Quality awards are deserved everywhere you go. So much for a culture of complaint, right?
Even Dan has gotten into the spirit, offering me the possibility of earning the Quality Award for things that I can’t really write about on my PG-13 web blog. Isn’t he sweet that way? If that little golden award isn’t a prime motivating aphrodisiac, then I’m hard pressed to say what is!
Come on, i KNOW you have quality experiences every day. What would get the Quality Award in your world?