Wild Dingo

Ok, I know I’m a wee bit late on commenting on the Whitney “Crack is Whack” statement (6 years), but I have to admit, I love to use it as fodder.

Last year, Wild Dingo took a 6-month hiatus to address an unexpected life stress that needed my undivided attention. I turned down projects and did only the minimal to maintain current clients’ web sites. I even, to my embarrassment, had to terminate a big project that I had started. So needless to say, Wild Dingo’s household contribution was meager.

After coming home from a very much needed vacation in Hawaii, we were complaining about our clean but wrinkled clothes and wishing we could send them to the dry cleaner just to press them and not clean them.  I used the opportunity to bestow my new-found pearls from Whitney, and pointed my index finger at Mr. Wild Dingo and claimed, “Let’s get something straight. I make too much money to iron. Ironing is whack.” The irony nearly killed him.

Last month, a friend badly needed some cheering up. So I booked a weekday spa appointment for both of us at Burke Williams in San Jose. Oh that spa gives me goose bumps to think about it. We spent 4 hours there hanging around being pampered, then had a lovely lunch and window-shopped in places where we all we could afford was a designer shoe string. After a while, we looked at our watches and discovered it was 4:30. We had spent the entire day doing nothing but indulging ourselves.

When I came home from the spa, I felt enlightened by the discovery of how healthy it was to goof off on work day. I once again bestowed my Wisdom de Whitney on Mr. Wild Dingo: “Let’s get something straight. I make too much money to work. Work is whack!” Mr. Wild Dingo was not amused.

Still, you can’t help being thankful for pearls like Whitney’s that you can leverage for just about anything you need in life.  So once in a while, declare a “Work is Whack” day and rock it Bueller-style with a friend. Because life is short. And work is whack.