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Golden days of our childhood...

How did one survive growing up in the 80's and 90's?
We had no seatbelts, no airbags..
Cycling was like a breath of fresh air…
No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike…
When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery…
We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bicycles even when the brakes failed going downhill…
We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun….
We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner…
We walked to school, or sometimes we even rode our bicycle.
We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other…. How?
We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn't anybody'…

Tips for Managers... !!!

» Never give me work in the morning. Always wait until 4:00pm and then bring it to me. The challenge of a deadline is refreshing.» If it's really a "rush job", run in and interrupt me every 10 minutes to inquire how it's going. That helps. Or even better, hover behind me, advising me at every keystroke.» Always leave without telling anyone where you're going. It gives me a chance to be creative when someone asks where you are.» Wait until my yearly review and THEN tell me what my goals SHOULD have been. Give me a mediocre performance rating with a cost of living increase. I'm not here for the money anyway.» If you give me more than one job to do, don't tell me which is the priority. I like being a psychic.» Do your best to keep me late. I adore this office and really have nowhere to go or anything to do. I have no life beyond work.» If a job I do pleases you, keep it a secret. If that gets out, it could mean a promotion.If you don't like my work, tell…