I am pretty sure there are some things in life I don’t have to experience to know that I would not enjoy them. In fact, on the top of my list is wearing a costume – of any kind. Hugely dislike. Won’t do it. Really, REALLY not something I would enjoy. So, wearing a costume of a gigantic slice of pepperoni pizza, is most definitely, unequivocally, with out any doubt something that is not going to happen in my world. Not for any amount of money (ok, I am not being completely truthful there about the money part…but you get my gist.)
Wednesday night I decided – at the last minute – to go listen to a great band playing at The Taste of Peoria. I was just in the mood for a beautiful evening outdoors while listening to really fun music. I had no intention of it being anything life altering or even blog inspiring but then, I saw PizzaMan.
PizzaMan (pictured above) was an unexpected, attitude changing event in and of himself. In fact, so much so that I am not sure I even heard the first set the band played. I was fixated on the performing giant slice of pie.
PizzaMan was passion – dressed in pepperoni. He was enthusiasm – encased in dough. He was commitment to a purpose – cloaked in mozzarella. Hundreds of us watching his unending energy laughed. We poked fun (all in good fun) and the band even mentioned that not even if he caught on fire would his huge energetic attitude be squelched. PizzaMan danced with the crowd, did back flips, smiled incessantly and had an aura about him that could be felt from yards away. He was a scene stealer and a darn good one at that. I am not sure I have ever witnessed a higer level of employee engagement, EVER.
You see, I just said it. He was hired by an owner of a pizza place to “sell pizza”. Would you do that? Would you don a life sized costume of pizza and “sell pizza”? More than that – would you do it with all the joy you had in you in front of hundreds of people knowing that you were being laughed at & joked about?
Most of us blessed enough to be employed in these difficult economic times should apologize to our employers for perhaps, our terrible attitudes, the long hours and the constant dumping of more onto our plates. I don’t know PizzaMan’s situation, but I do know, by his actions and example Wednesday night, he was elated to have the job he had – and I was inspired to be grateful for mine.