As many of you may already know, Plus 1 Marketing was ranked number 226 in the Inc 500 this year as one of the fastest growing companies in the US. We were ranked number 1 in the state of Missouri. Since many people ask about how we got the name, I submit for you, this email from Brant on how it came to be.
The other one is from the idea I have been talking about recently. It is based on the fact that we should have the goal to get better every day, regardless of how small of an improvement. And it is something I used to talk about during the ShowMe days. We should not strive to beat the competition; we should strive to be unbeatable. That basically took the idea many others have talked about in the past – Don’t focus on being better than others, focus on being better than you. So I came up with Plus1.
Probably a good decision, since some of the other names in consideration were:
- Hungry Fools
- Studio 97
- Junior Mint Marketing
- Drunk Poets
- Assman Marketing
- Brain Showers
So, in offering proper reflection on our times at Plus 1, I present to you what everyone will leave, for the ones who are left behind. Without any further adieu: The Last Will and Testament of Plus 1 Marketing.
Kate leaves the walk of shame thru the hotel in Kal’s boxers and Leah’s shoes. She leaves her Diet Coke, Marlboro lites and man voice. She leaves the parking lot at the tailgate. She leaves the note that she left for Mike.
B-rye leaves getting lost in his hair. He leaves being a Viking. He leaves getting kicked out of piano bars with soup. He leaves the international symbol for dick in mouth.
Kayser leaves his advice on how women should be. He leaves his Tommy Bahama sandals. He leaves all of the unsavory people he deals with. He leaves ladder racks and getting his mind right. He leaves his fishing boat and riding lawnmower.
Mike leaves Gerald. He leaves Tigasland. He leaves introducing us to Hooka at the Blue Fuege. He leaves showing up for work at 2. He leaves switching majors 3 times, 5 plus years of college, and his 1.3 GPA.
Dipps leaves at 3:30.
Tiny Tim leaves crazy reactor field. He also leaves all of his used Kleenex.
Brock leaves refusing to sit in chairs during meetings.
Brittany leaves her abbreviations. STSSC. She leaves Sally O Mally.
Mitch leaves Scott. He leaves passing out on his front lawn after tailgates.
Lane..well…Lane just leaves.
Scotty leaves Perche Thursday and Mitch’s wet bed.
Donkey leaves getting in a car accident with a cop and smashing Nate’s car. He leaves being the best wheel man in the business. He leaves refusing to wear shoes in the office and the Roast of Gringo D Mule. He leaves being bathed in change.
HeavyT leaves sleeping in his car, putting a tarp over his car for fear of hail and his blow up chair from Special Olympiks. He leaves jumping from a moving car. He leaves being the only employee to get arrested at the office. He leaves McLovin.
Phil leaves Blackie and Brown Billie. He leaves sex with his wife. He leaves inexplicably dumping a full beer on his head at flip cup at the Blues game. He leaves “The Hump Day Review.”
Ken Woo leaves wars between him and cooked meats. He leaves the mixed tape he made for Katie.
Leah leaves filling the printer with paper. She leaves her Cheeseburger swimming in Sprite. And her sexy boyfriend.
Katie leaves her gumby shirt.
Burcheck leaves showing up for work at 11am…at Bangkok. He leaves his boyfriend from Ghostbar. He leaves sleeping in the parking garage. He leaves running behind Nate as his ‘gay trainer.’ He leaves Casey at the bat. He leaves the Ben and Jerry’s sign. He leaves waking up in his boxers with everyone working around him.
Jarad leaves planning his own birthday party. He leaves throwing the Chinquapin chairs into the lake, and retrieving them.
Cullen leaves lolcats. He leaves spoiling the end of Harry Potter to Elise.
Elise leaves the most unsuccessful tenure of any Plus 1 employee. She leaves getting banged at the utopia.
Rob leaves the limo and the dork bin. He leaves Cancerslug.
From leaves his white sport coat, VIP wristband, and ipod for Carl. He leaves his interrogations of every new female employee. He leaves ‘working’ on 24 for 24. He leaves Armashirts and Chipnotic. He leaves his insufferable sunglasses crew from tailgates and his game day pants. He leaves being Lit up Like a Birthday Cake and Fucked up Like a Pile of Coathangers. He leaves ‘banging it out.’
Nathaniel leaves the second sexiest guy in Columbia award. He leaves his beloved Ottawa senators. He leaves Das Boot. He leaves Special Olympics. He leaves SEO Thursday, The Great Success and Interview with a Friend. He leaves Spin the Bottle, Hockey Night in America and Narf. He leaves the Central West End, his beloved Metro link and eating weed. He leaves the East Coast vs West coast rapper poster set up. He leaves Crestwood Lane and Pita Pit. He leaves NHL 97 on Sega and his bachelor party in Amsterdam. He leaves the Breakfast club. He leaves his fashion advice and Main Squeeze. He leaves planning the Christmas parties and announcing the boxing match. He leaves Bob and Tom. He leaves his boombox.
Brant leaves his Christmas Music. He leaves Brains Abroad. He leaves ‘Key Lime Pie, Jimmy Buffett and Dave Matthews. He leaves Movie Thursdays, his tailgate trailer, and the Bus! He leaves his playlists, coolers and utopian society. He leaves his cowboy hat and the boxing title. He leaves the phrase ‘getting banged.’ He leaves spending an entire weekend in St Louis only to miss Nate’s wedding. Oh, and Rob’s. He leaves hitting an inside the park home run at Special O, only to immediately run to his car because his wife came to pick him up. He leaves counting leads with an abacus. He leaves passing out instructions in Boston while I go take a shot. He leaves Carpe Diem.
All of Plus 1 leaves our disdain for Koko the Monkey, and our love for acoustic renditions of Good Bye Earl. We leave the Bean Counter. We leave Soda Pop Sherry. We leave that 5 day turned 3 day trip to Lake of the Ozarks. We leave the palm tree and the fish tank. We leave having our entire workspace be just a hallway. We leave moving downstairs, downstairs again, and then upstairs. We leave the LakeRentals banner. We leave the slip and slide at the golf outing. We leave coloring days. We leave flip cup and trips to Vegas, Blues games, Cardinals games and bowling matches. Finally, we leave the better part of a decade, our youth, and our livers. We leave our playgirl lifestyle and bank account to back it. We leave the fish we buried behind the building. We leave hard work, integrity, and results. Finally, we leave our passion for life, our desire to be the best, and most importantly, we leave our unwavering love for each other.
See the rest of the pictures of the Plus1 Era here.
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