I am currently at work, but on a break. I don't feel like doing the usual internet surfage or going downstairs to play Golden Tee. I want to be home. I want to have just kissed the boys goodnight. I want to make fun of people on TV with my wife. I like my house. My cubicle...not so much. Cool job and all, but it ain't 24th Place.
Five minutes ago my "team" had a "huddle" and we handed a girl a birthday card and cupcakes were passed around. Earlier, we had a huddle and one of my five bosses passed out little trinkety awards with a stick attached. Some were for quality. Some were for improving UPH (units per hour). Some were for...who the hell knows? Sometimes this is all a little too "Office Space" for me. We are all adults here. The average age is around 35. Huddles? Cupcakes? Trinkety Awards? Ugh.
I always try and stay towards the outside of the huddles. That way I can be on my way back to my desk at the first sign that it is borderline appropriate to do so. Other people seem to really love these damn things. They hang out and chat and stuff themselves with whatever their Team Leader has seen fit to spend 2.99 at Fry's on. Just not my scene.
My scene is 3.5 miles away. Grading papers. Cozed up. Snoring the night away. Waiting for me.
1 comment:
The best line in the Wizard of Oz..."There's no place like Home".
Click your heels.
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