After basic intro high school biology I knew that you passed along your own DNA when you have a child. What nobody clued me into was that somehow corporate DNA can be passed along too.
Case in point:
I do not karaoke (okay, maybe once or twice in college with my Neil Diamond obsessed roommate). My husband does not karaoke.
On the flip side, nine out of ten of my colleagues love, I mean L-O-V-E, to karaoke. Anyone that has been to one of our company retreats knows that every year at least one or two people go hoarse from dominating the mic. We even own our own karaoke machine (and it's a beaut)that can be found in the Palo Alto lounge.
Now, check out my son's performance below. Someone explain to me how our corporate DNA got passed along to my child. Osmosis? Subliminal messaging? Someone spiked my Frappucinos?
Monday, December 03, 2007
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Cole gets that from Katie
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