Today I went out to dinner with my family. While we were eating, my dad told us about how he's having problems at work finding ways to motivate his new interns. They don't seem to have a lot of energy.

Me, being the helpful person that I am, thought I would suggest the ways Mason tries to motivate us. You know, do 65 push ups, run 4 laps, detention: 7:15, yelling for half hours at a time.

For some reason, my dad seems to think that using positive motivation, such as reminding people of great rewards for great deeds, has a more effective outcome than negative motivation. Silly man.