Tuesday, I spent the day with two colleagues designing product vaguely based on happiness at work. John, as the host and driver of the project, presented us at breakfast with a table of Staples' goodies. And we were off and running. In the next 12 hours we opened every single item, whether we used it or not. Giant post-it notes; quarter size flip-chart pads; pens of all varieties; glue and sticky animals; fluorescent stars, notepads Maddie and I refused to use and immediately put in our bags for later. If John was after our approval and engagement he could hardly have played it better.
Come mid-afternoon and I was expounding on my theory of people management, sticking as many gizmos as I could onto the window, only to notice Maddie was more engaged making Postman Pat's black and white cat out of plasticine. She's never looked happier. Come 9pm, after a long day in the stationery cupboard, we stole as much as we could and promised John we thought it was a brilliant idea, with many legs, most of them made out of tinselled pipe cleaners, and we'd be sure to get back to him once we'd run out of blu-tac and glitter pens.