Poems, photos, rants and raves that are all inevitably me in one form or another.
Morgan’s in the back, washing dishes, blasting music.
I go back once, sing some “Ain’t Too Proud to Beg” with him and dance across.
I go back again, some disco song is playing, and at least three people are back there dancing.
I go back another time, a Jay Z song is playing, and Kale and I get down while I’m trying to ask my manager about pulling product.
Power hour, what?
Dancing is definitely the best way to increase productivity in the work place.