Coffee Table Declarations
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Looks like I'm going to have to start bringing sunscreen to work. Surprisingly my supervisor has agreed to have the weekly department meeting outside at the picnic table. This meeting which has been since it's inception referred to (by me) as "the dreaded meeting" was dreaded because of a long ago traumatic meeting incident which has negatively colored all meetings since.
Previous to the commencement of the dreaded meetings, I had a blissful meeting-free life at this company thus far. Apparently I'm now important enough to be included in departmental meetings. In a desperate attempt to make the dreaded meeting more tolerable, I half jokingly asked, "can we meet outside?" and for once things went my way and it felt good.
Today was our first meeting outside and it was squelching hot and in the span of an hour and 15 minutes I have turned the golden red color of a fresh lobster. Now when people say, "what did you do at work today?" I can say, "oh you know, I worked on my tan."
Previous to the commencement of the dreaded meetings, I had a blissful meeting-free life at this company thus far. Apparently I'm now important enough to be included in departmental meetings. In a desperate attempt to make the dreaded meeting more tolerable, I half jokingly asked, "can we meet outside?" and for once things went my way and it felt good.
Today was our first meeting outside and it was squelching hot and in the span of an hour and 15 minutes I have turned the golden red color of a fresh lobster. Now when people say, "what did you do at work today?" I can say, "oh you know, I worked on my tan."
