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I've just returned from a four day weekend and I'm less than thrilled to be at work today. Not because I've just enjoyed being away from my cubicle nestled in the corner of my office in which I work, I'm not jumping up and down with excitement because today is our employee appreciation day. We aren't just getting together and having a meal as a department. Oh no, that would be too easy and pleasant. Today is Commerce Royale. It's a tricky and clever word play on Casino Royale, if you have not figured that part out yet.
So far today I've counted at least three people from my department (who are all women, only women seem to volunteer for these things) that are dressed like Las Vegas craps dealers and pit bosses. I just came back from taking a short break in our 10th floor lobby trying to finish a book I've been reading for two months and these Annie Lennox look-alikes were scrambling between their offices and our event hall on the 6th floor. I am so not ready or excited in the least for Commerce Royale.
I suspect that we'll have some decent food catered in from some restaurant downtown and that there will be cheaply made casino-type games with even cheaper backgrounds set up behind them. I'm telling myself to bet on the fact that I will be bored with all the festivities within 3 minutes, much like Wesley Snipes informed Bruce Payne in Passenger 57 to "always bet on black."
Company picnics have never been, well, a picnic for me. I spend 40+ hours with all of my co-workers every week. To me, 40 hours has been an appropriate threshold for people you generally have nothing in common with and otherwise would not spend any time hanging around. Sure I'm being paid to gamble with pretend money, it's just that I'm also in the middle of a work environment nightmare. It's like going to the casinos on the river here in Kansas City, except that the Jack and Coke is replaced by apple juice, your boss is there reminding you of something you need to do by the end of the day, and the blackjack dealer is the fraud manager from the 8th floor. It's almost equivalent to picking up a hot chick at the bar and making out with her, only to find out she's your cousin. It's sort of like that, only without all the worry of incest.
For now, I will tackle the folder on my desk that is labeled "Bankruptcy" and try to accomplish something before my lunch break I have decided to take at noon, which will last until one. One o'clock marks the beginning of Commerce Royale. If I do win any prizes, which will no doubt be all Commerce Bank paraphernalia, I'll probably give it to someone else. I generally don't like the color green. It's a good thing I work in a bank.
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