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I had this boss once, a tiny Jewish woman with glasses and a huge laugh; she was a nerd, a goofball, a wonderful human being. When I had only been working for her a short while she called me into her office. It had been a particularly stressful time and I was a little worried that maybe I had screwed something up.
I entered her office.
Good, you're here. Close the door!
Closed the door.
She turns up the music and shoots out of her chair.
We need to have a dance party!
So we danced because,
When the song was over (I wish I could remember it now) we may have danced to one more song, or not. When we stopped dancing she gave me some sage advice: sometimes you just need a dance party.
I went back to work smiling. The truth is, we had lots of dance parties while I worked for her. Sometimes I even had them by myself at my desk. I still do. It is the perfect reset button.
I woke up thinking that this world needs to stop whatever it's doing, crank it to 11 and just fucking dance for a few minutes.
|Stewie Griffin shaking his ass on my ass.|
Holy shit! Just saw a guy walking his kid on a leash outside my window!
Now dance, motherfuckers!