I’m Entering a Contest!

I’m in the midst of a BRUTAL competition that I MUST win! The challenge is my Firm’s T-Shirt design contest and victory is nearly as important to me as any triathlon achievement.

I work for an accounting firm that prides itself on physical fitness, and participation in the annual Kaiser Permanente Corporate 5k Run/Walk is practically required. New this year is the Firm T-Shirt Design Contest. The winner gets to see all of his or her co-workers sporting their design and collects $100 cash!

But it’s not just the fame and fortune that has me in creativity overdrive – this competition is PERSONAL.

Two years ago my boss announced a similar competition – but without a prize. You can imagine how many people entered that contest…ZERO. 

Back then I just couldn’t fathom my co-workers and I running in mis-matched tees so I threw together a simple and tasteful design: 

The shirts were made and people wore them. In fact, my colleagues were spotted running in them at such prestigious events as the Peachtree Road Race and Publix Half Marathon. 

But last week I received a low blow. In an All-Employee meeting my boss called the old shirts – my shirts – BORING! He even went so far as to say they looked like they’d been designed by an ACCOUNTANT! The nerve!

I decided the best revenge was to win this year’s contest and collect the $100 prize! I spent hours and hours exercising every creative fiber of my being and I came up with this:

Yep, that’s a Bennett Thrasher accountant running with a calculator in one hand and a 100 lb dumbell in the other. And the back’s even better:

I’ve seen a few of the other entries, and the competition is stiff, but who can resist a stick figure auditor? I think pretty soon I’m going to be $100 richer, and NO ONE will be calling me a boring accountant!

UPDATE: My informant on the voting committee just let me know I did not win the T-Shirt contest. Apparently bribes only get you into the top three… I’ll be sure to post pictures of the winning design once it’s announced so everyone can tell me how much they like mine better.