I am a Harry Potter fan.
That might be a reasonably significant understatement.
I grew up with the characters, aging as they did, and my dad read all of the books aloud to our family, complete with character voices ranging from deep, rumbly Mad Eye Moody to high and squeaky Dobby. One birthday, I even got a phone call from all of the Harry Potter characters each wishing me a happy birthday in turn. That, my friends, is true love.
I might also have gone to Harry Potter World in Orlando at age 25. Without any small children. And then again at age 26. And then again at age 27. Still with no small children. But I’m completely normal. Sane, even.
Anyway, now I am all grown up and mature. It’s been two whole months since my last visit to Harry Potter World. The major corporation where I work has transformed me into a full-fledged business professional (Muggle style, without even using McGonagall’s lessons in Transfiguration).
So when our new EVP (my boss’s, boss’s, boss’s, boss’s boss) sent out his first quarterly communication to staff, I was not at all tempted to do this:
Okay, maybe I was.
And maybe I did.
Clearly I am not yet remorseful. 🙂