Such was the case a month or so ago. You might remember this post, where I shared the awesome award I presented to a teammate at work for her efforts in raising the bar on remarkable.
Even prior to that award presentation, I had been looking online at novelty shops, and during my weekly pit stops at the thrift shops in town for a trophy that would be big enough, and grand enough, and cheap enough for us to use as an ongoing recognition trophy for all of us to continue recognizing those who go above and beyond at work. (Truth be told, I keep a mental list of all the off-the-wall stuff I would LOVE to find at yard sales and this topped the list.)
Two Saturdays ago (the Saturday before I scored the crazy-cool football snack server) I discovered the most off-the-wall-perfect-for-what-I-needed-it-for-sent-from-God-amighty-himself item ever.
Let me first say that scoring the loving cup a while back at GoodWill and using it at work was pretty fabulous, but that paled in comparison to what I found on a folding table in a cul-de-sac garage that eventful Saturday morning, and I can honestly say that I had never seen anything like it before. (I would bet my paycheck you haven't either.)
What I saw there on that folding table was a trophy with a small loving cup topped by a business lady up top there. (anyway that is how I would describe her. If you know differently, and it is something else, like a top-producer Encyclopedia Britannica saleswoman from the 60's, or the award for perfect attendance at an all-girl prep school, please do not share it with me, as I am blissfully happy thinking it's a businesswoman.)
Anyway, as I was saying, I spied with my little eyes this glorious meant-for-me trophy and squealed out loud when I spotted her. I pointed her out to my yard sale pal (yes, the Patriot's fan from the story with the football snack server...) but she didn't quite see the awesomeness of the trophy...just yet.
I asked the little middle-aged looking hispanic woman running the garage sale how much it was, and she replied in a thick accent that it was five dollars. (I was appalled, of course. While it was priceless to me, who in their right mind would drop a five dollar bill on this rather unusual trophy? Didn't she realize she was most likely going to still own this oddity at the end of her sale, and she should be thrilled anyone even inquired about it?!)
We got back in the car to leave and I felt compelled to discuss this with my friend before starting the car engine. She is quite wise in matters of bargaining, and incredibly level-headed.Once I explained my vision for the trophy to her, she was inspired as well. I asked her if I should get out and offer the woman two bucks, she said I should go for it.
I opened the car door, stuck my head out, and hollered my new price offer in a casual, nonchalant voice to the woman, and the smart little middle aged lady said sure.
Now, if you are a yard saler, you will understand this. If not, I can't explain what makes a girl go all tighter-than-Ebenezer-Scrooge when wheelin' and dealin' in someone's driveway, but I can tell you, it's the principle of the thing.
People need to understand that they are hosting a yard sale, pushing their unwanted and many times unsanitary items for resale, and not hosting Nordstrom's semi annual event. (in their garage no less...helloooo, what does that tell them?)
Am I right?!
Anyway, I nabbed this Little-Miss-Books-In-Hand for two dollars, and she could not be more perfect. Today we are awarding our second teammate with the "That's What I'm Talkin' About Award",(An award for raising the bar on remarkability) It will reside on his desk until the next person is awarded down the road. The plan is to continue to add names to the trophy, honoring random acts of remarkabilty.
Yes, the clear stickers did print up like I did it on scotch tape, (hey, you cna't win 'em all. I had nothing else to work with.) but the trashy-ness of the stickers seem to add even more of a funkified-charm look-no?
Oh yeah, we're livin' large at my office. Happy Friday-before-a-three-day-weekend, my friends!