Last week, I read a posting on John Heald‘s Blog. John is a Brit, who has a sense of humor that is, well, British. John also, just happens to be the Senior Cruise Director of Carnival Cruise Lines.
If you ever decide to read one of his daily blog postings and are not ready for his style of writing you are gonna be laughing your ass off or totally grossed out.
But this posting is not about John. This article is about Chuck.
In a blog posting last week John, who was having to do some work at the Carnival Cruise Lines Home Office in Miami wrote that it’s a shame that in today’s busy world there were just not enough “inter office practical jokes” taking place. He gave a few examples of some during the time he “had” to work in an office and he provided a list of suggestion for Office Practical Jokes.
Unfortunately, by now, he knows that I was in the Submarine Service and is rapidly finding out that British Humor has to some work to do to become as devious and crass as Submarine Sailor humor (or at least as itwas in the ’70’s/’80’s)
All of his suggestions regarding office humor I have been taken part in, either as an instigator or a victim. And I have been a witness to or participated in or been a victim of far more bizarre events.
So to keep it fairly clean, I responded to his blog with an example of a practical joke within a practical joke.
But now it may have resulted in the ultimate. It sadly may have ended up as a practical joke in a practical joke in a “Gotcha”. (Just who got who is yet to be determined)
The two people involved in the events described below were, of course me, and Chuck. I call him Chuck, because that’s what we called him. An awesomely friendly guy, with the personality and (almost) the looks and speaking voice of the lead singer of Alabama. (Don’t think Chuck could sing and didn’t want to know). He also, at one time managed one of the busiest and most profitable McDonald’s in the Country. That career ended when he reportedly fell of the roof of the McDonald’s restaurant while attempting repairs. That ended his McDonald’s career and it also ended any normal use of his knee.
Chuck, then changed careers by attending computer programming school and ended up at the same company I was working after I got out of the Navy. He was surrounded by a office atmosphere which consisted of mostly ex-submarine sailors. And reluctantly but, with a not to be whipped spirit attempted to keep up with our shenanigans.
Chuck also met a man who worked for the company and found out that he was the was the founder of the Redskins Hogettets. A weird group of guys who dress up in women’s dresses, wear pig noses, strange hats, suck on plastic clown size cigars and take over a section of redskins stadium for each game rooting for the Redskins Team. The name Hogettets, I assume, came from the fact that at that time, members of the Redskins team were called the “HOGS”. The Hogettets were and still are not only great team supporters but were and are extremely involved in charity work. And Chuck was part of that.
After I wrote below comment on John’s Blog, I had a posting on my Face Book page from the Hogettets regarding Sunday’s game. So I went to the their website to see if Chuck was still involved.
I didn’t find him so I wrote to the email address provided to inquire about his status.
I was told CHUCK passed away a few years ago.
Chuck, an awesome friend. A guy, regardless of what your first impression of him was, would never let you down. A friend who, since I left that company where we worked from 1986 to 1992 I had not seen since. And for the whole time since we worked together, he lived less than 5 miles from me. A friend whom I had never made the effort to get together with since. Except one time in the late 1990’s he called me and invited me to lunch .. but I couldn’t go because of prior commitment. And missing that lunch, I truly regret.
Regarding the incident described below perhaps, in a strange sort of way, perhaps Chuck is now “rolling on his heavenly cloud laughing his ass off” and saying “Steve! – “GOTCHA!”
Read on —
This is my comment on John Heald’s blog regarding Office Practical Jokes
Never have liked practical Jokes. They aren’t really Practical. However, if you are a victim of practical joke .. the best reaction and response is NONE … THEN TURN IT ON THE JOKER!
Case in point … Office workers where I worked had a thing with doing things to peoples offices while they were away on travel.
I returned to my office after being gone for a week and everything, including my phone, was missing from the top of my desk. Pictures, phone list, …everything. Everyone in the Office New who did but where playing along.
My reaction … I didn’t react. And waited. The Criminal always returns to the scene of the crime. For two days people would check me out for reactions. I acted like nothing had happened.
I suspected that the person who was checking me out the most would most likely be the culprit.
After HE left work one afternoon, I check out his office, and low and behold there was my stuff.
So I stole it back .. BUT I RE-HID it somewhere else.
Next day I told him I heard thru the grapevine that he had taken it. We laughed and he went to the place where he had hid my stuff and it wasn’t there. I got about three days of him sweating and apologizing, while searched for my belongings.
On Monday I came in early, before he did, placed all the items back on my desk.
When he came in and saw it I just looked at him and thanked him for returning my stuff.
He just blubbered something and walked away.
To this day, he never knew what happened.
(And JOHN .. (pulling the SUBMARINERS CARD AGAIN) .. That’s the difference between a submariners sense of humor and that bland British Humor!)
So perhaps we should not put off getting together with old friends and share memories and good times and bad times.
And for some strange reason, I’ve got this feeling Chuck will be preparing a place for me!
Miss ya Chuck!