I’m going to let my loyal blog readers in on a little secret, but you have to promise not to tell anyone (Especially, NOT Mad Evan). You see, I’m not actually in the office this week.
That’s right. I’m on vacation right now, but I kinda forgot to mention it to Mad Evan, Mad Bill, or the mailwoman.
Well, there is one guy who knows…
But he’s not talking. In fact, he spends a lot of time just sitting there wearing that crooked smile. Whatever. Anyway, I managed to swear him to secrecy.
So here’s the experiment…
On Friday afternoon, I set up a life-sized cardboard cutout of me back in the Mad Gringo brewhouse (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, click here for details). In the picture, I’m hunched over a pot of steaming barley, stirring. This is a position that, for those in the MG crew, should look quite familiar.
Now, I’m measuring how long it takes for someone to realize that I’m gone – as in, not even in the country. If it takes a while, I’ll know that I’ve got the right people on the team. Too long, however, and I’ll start to worry about them. What could go wrong, right?
So please, nobody say anything. Let’s just see how long this charade can continue….