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Push Up Club

My current work crew is a fairly fun one to work with. First and foremost, they are good at what they do, so things get done. On more than one occasion, I have been reminded of the phrase, "iron sharpens iron," since I do feel like I've learned quite a bit from my peers. The best part, though, is that these folks are hilarious. At pretty much any given time, someone is laughing about something or another. It's a good time, all around.

Now, we've all been working together for a while now, so we've gotten to know each other a bit. We know each other's habits and tendencies at least a little bit. It's only natural given that we spend an average of eight hours together every day. However, this particular fact recently took a turn for the hilarious.

You see, we don't just habits, we each have our own little quirks. For example, I am wont to ask for a witness that I was useful on that particular day. It's a joke, but it's a running joke. That means that I have told it a bunch of times in the presence of my coworkers. As the linked post mentions, one coworker even told me that he has gotten to the point where he expects me to say it periodically. Each of my other coworkers has their own particular quirk/catch phrase, and we've all noticed it.

That led to the inspiration that we should highlight it whenever someone uses their catch phrase. Rather than just chuckling about it or saying, "hah! You said it again," we have instituted a push up rule. If you say your catch phrase, you are on the hook for ten push ups. It's not a large enough number to be a real punishment, so really it's more about the camaraderie of it all. In fact, we have noticed that we actually pay attention to each other more, all because we want to catch someone in the act and dole out the push ups. Trust me, there have been a lot of laughs about this whole thing.

Even better, we all know the rules, so there have been all sorts of goofy mind-games ("hey, Sam, would you say that you've been useful today?") and the occasional decision to just bite the bullet and do the push ups to be able to say the phrase. Like I said, there has been quite a bit of laughter around the whole thing.

The best part, though, in my mind, is that for all that the push ups aren't meant to be an onerous punishment, they are still a form of exercise. If you get caught twice every day, you're on the hook for twenty push ups. That's not going to make you super strong, but it's also healthier than just sitting at your desk all day long. Given a choice between doing twenty push ups and doing no push ups during the work day, I'll take the twenty. It's bound to be healthier for you, even if it's only a tiny bit healthier.

So, I think I may very well have to moderate just how useful I am on any given day. The more useful things I do, the more liable I am to have to do push ups. If I were to do twenty useful things in a single day, I'd definitely feel that the next day. I suppose I could just not announce it when I complete a task, but that seems like a much harder habit to break. I'm just going to have to keep my productivity at a comfortable level so my muscles don't fatigue too much.

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