As many of you may know at the close of 2008, Plus1 Marketing will be joining forces with our sister company. Or maybe it is our cousin company. Or maybe it is a company that our company felt up once.
At any rate, we are now left the task of filing papers to become employee #172, and seriously, not everybody knows your name. But some of us will always be wild horses. No corporate rules or regulations for us, thank you very much. My partner, revered friend and esteemed colleague summed it up nicely in his farewell. The word behemoth has never been used more appropriately than in this article.
Any attempt by me to try to sum up 4 years of Plus 1 history would be trite at best. It is impossible to find the words to describe the business ventures we’ve tried, people we’ve met and travels we’ve had. We truly have grown together, and as we get ready to close this chapter of our history, it bears repeating: You have all been a part of something special.
How the Grinch Stole Christmas has always been my favorite Christmas tradition. We had our annual Holiday slosh fest in St Louis weekend, where I tried to sum it up. The following is an attempt to help embrace the change. Because although change does not necessarily assure progress, progress itself requires change. Enjoy.
Every Who Down in Whoville Liked Plus 1 a lot…
But the brokers, Who worked just east of Plus 1, Did NOT!
They hated Plus 1! Their big flat screen tv!
Now, please don’t ask why, what the reason could be .
It could be our heads weren’t screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that our jeans were too tight.
But I think the most likely reason of all,
May have been they were jealous, us so handsome and tall.
Whatever the reason, our heads or our jeans,
They stood there that day, hating us acting like teens,
Staring across from their work stations, with a sour, Grinchy frown,
At Plus1 getting ready, to go out on the town.
For they knew every Who, over at Plus1
Was getting ready to go out, and hit a home run.
“And they’re ironing their shirts!” they snarled with a sneer,
“They’ll pillage the town, and they’re practically here!”
Then they growled, with their Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
“We must find some way to stop Plus 1 from coming!”
For tonite, they knew, all the Who girls and boys,
Would stay out all nite, and bring a boom box for noise!
Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
Consumers they are, a never full beast.
They would feast on their sushi, with sake and beer.
Something they do, two, three four times a year.
And then they’d do something they liked best of all!
Off to the pub, narf and flip cup for all.
They would stand close together, those thin, sexy people.
They’d start making a list, of things for poor people!
And the more that they thought of this whole Plus 1 fling,
The more the brokers thought, “I must stop this whole thing!”
They thought of bottles of vodka, and the two boys who kiss.
Wait a minute now, “who’s tailgate is this?”
Then they got an idea! An awful idea!
The brokers got a wonderful, awful idea.
“I know just what to do!” they laughed in their throat.
And they made a quick bar outfit, with a hat and a coat.
And they chuckled, and clucked, “What a great Grinchy trick!”
“With this hot v-neck sweater, I look just like Burcheck!”
“All I need is a wingman…” The Grinch looked around.
But what’s his face was gone, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the brokers? No! Nate Long simply said,
“If I can’t find a wingman, I’ll hire one instead!”
So he called his brother, Kaleb. From his F-150, Red
And took that camo hat, off the top of his head.
Together they loaded up, for their nite on the town.
Off the 4-wheerler, we’re taking them down!
Then the Broker said, “Giddap!” And the truck started to roll,
“I’ll foil their plan! To get drunk and troll!”
All the bars were all packed. Loud music filled the air.
All the Whos were all drinking, had a pants party without care.
But finally they came to the first little pub on the square.
“This is stop number one,” Grandpa B said of the nite,
“I’ll take a water and diet, and then 2 bush lites.”
Bryan crowded around. Looking for a nice catch
“This is where we should have, our next boxing match?”
But it was time to do work, Bryan and Jay off to the floor
All the fine ladies, were hard to ignore.
They got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then they tried an old trick, they already knew.
“Dance close to me,” Bryan heard that Jay say
“We won’t creep them out, they’ll just think we’re gay.”
Then over came Nathaniel, with a smile most pleasant.
“This place must be made, for all of the pheasants!
County Fairs, Rust and Uno! And those above ground pools!
TV Tray’s, mending Pants, and following the rules!”
The list had begun. Nate Long thought he was slick
I can still get Plus1, to fall for my trick.
Then he slunk into the bar. Kaleb in tow.
They thought they could stop, this goat rodeo.
Plus1 cleaned out the icebox, of Michelob Lite
Scotch Rocks! Nathaniel said, to start off his nite
Then they poured a round of shots, smiling with glee.
A tribute to From, Goldenrod numero 3.
But B-rye and Jay, were back on the prowl.
When they heard a small sound like the hoot of an owl.
They turned around fast, and met this small Who!
But Nate B just said no, and rated her a two.
Then off in the distance, our watchdog named Dipps
Saw the Grinch coming, but he sealed his lips.
He stared at the Grinch and thought, “Nate Long, now, why,”
But Brant started flip cup, that silly bald guy.
But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
“I was hunting a deer” Nate Long stood there and said
“I had him in my sights, but then he just fled.”
“So you guys have your party, Studio 54 style.
I’ll find my deer, and make it worthwhile.”
And his fib fooled old Dipps. Then he patted his head,
“Drink your beer, or your coffee, but don’t go to bed.”
From Plus 1 The Grinch tried, to just take it all
Sega, state wars and even their new 4 square ball.
He took Brant’s Christmas music, nothing got passed.
He event took Nate’s picture, of the whole Full House cast
But his last trick was harsh, I can’t even bare.
He left a used Kleenex, sitting on SDK’s chair.
On his way out, he made one last mistake
He spilled Mitch’s drink, all over Mitch’s waist.
His woman thought he peed, so she called his friend Scott.
“He wet the bad again last nite, does he do this a lot?”
Three miles back, to the MRC lot.
Nate Long never thought, he was going to get caught
“PoohPooh to Plus1!” he yelled from the top
Then this reminded Brittany, of her smell mop.
Because that was our Britts, fooled she wouldn’t be
I y k w I m, a I t t y d
“Their nite’s almost over, and I know just what they’ll do!”
“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry BooHoo!”
“That’s a noise,” grinned Nate Long, “That I simply MUST hear!”
So he paused. And Nate Long put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
See the Grinch made an error, in his devilish plan
He forgot what was left, was there when they began.
With no trailer or bus, it just didn’t matter
They still had their skills and of course all the banter.
So he hadn’t stopped Plus 1, or their big game!
Somehow or other, they were still just the same!
So Nate Long turned to Kaleb, said “Lets blow this party off.”
And with their victory complete, and without even a cough.
Plus1 looked at each other, and Bryan, he led.
“Nice try there old Grinch, but That’s what she said!”
So welcome Plus1, come on this way
It’s been a great year, and you’ve earned this day.
Our future is bright, no matter the name
We still have our team, and of course we have AIM
And thanks to the Grinch now we all agree
That Plus1 will always be,
just so long, as we have we.
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