The Office Not A Party
2020-12-04, 6:03 p.m.
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Today was the annual "holiday advance," which is odd BigBoss parlance for "sorta the office party." So after a morning of meetings and me cramming yet another Important Documents project out the door, yay, we had a morning meeting in which they went over all of the improvement projects they have on a long list and how far along they are--some are, some aren't. I will say this for the online meetings: this gave my teammates the opportunity to Slack chat about they were falling asleep, what they wanted to eat, and in my case, things involving Baby Yoda. I said at Halloween he got a costume hat, at Thanksgiving he got booze and eggs, what shall Christmas be....oh, right, making the giant Lego Baby Yoda. Then after lunch on our own, we had a few hours of holiday activities.
First off: "scavenger hunt." This turned out to not actually be one and was more show and tell of stuff in your house. Since I didn't have the camera on and people were given two minutes to go find stuff (family photo, childhood item, winter item), I just kinda ignored doing that one and sat around knitting and reading all my advertisement emails. I will note that one person's commentary on her family photo was, "Everyone was smiling and I was throwing up." (Thankfully, you can't tell that last bit in the photo.) One person was all, "So I have my Ugg....." Note, just ONE boot.
They had a "use holiday backgrounds" theme going on, which had the following:
Actual quote from the scavenger hunt after someone made a crack about dirty socks:
Also, from the same guy with the feet:
"I always read the last chapter of a book before I read a book. I'm not going to invest time and energy in the characters if they're all going to die."
Teresa noted that you can shut your cats into another room, "...which from what I understand is frowned upon with children."
Then we played Quarantine Bingo. "We're also celebrating us surviving 2020."
And then we had the gift exchange. For those of you wondering how we did it, our organizer did the following:
Teresa did an excellent job of this, and she had a lot of toys in it, which I approved of. She said she based it on previous office gift hits.
The aforementioned John asked, "Who stole that unicorn from me last year?"
And then....my name was not on the list. I asked about it, she said she didn't get my payment. Now, I thought it had happened because Venmo asked me for her phone number digits. This was the second time I'd ever used Venmo, mind you, so I emailed her to warn her that it was doing that in case it came up with anyone else. I guess it didn't work, and I felt all dumb and embarrassed, but obviously that was my own fault for not checking to make sure it went through, either.
Quotes from the event:
One person decided to pick based on the icons on the screen. "The packaging is better...."
Even in this stealing game, there was one person who got stolen from a lot. Always happens to someone.
Dianna wanted to steal from Hope: "Remember you work closely with me every day, right?" "And I appreciate you!"
For the record, here's the gifts and number of times stolen:
A good time was had by all, AND we were allowed to "leave" work at 3 today, so huzzah! Since I haven't exercised all week, I walked around on my patio for 90 minutes listening to a Dolly Parton interview. See, I actually went outside.
My "City" Lego advent calendar continues to baffle me. Today's object wasn't even photographed on the box. However, I did discover that the instructions for how to put the things together is listed on the inside of the box you take the items out of. Today's unphotographed item was...some kind of yellow truck? I showed the strange item from two days ago to folks at the Yarn Club meeting during lunch and their best guess was same as mine: some kind of police APB scanner...thing?
On Thursday night post-Holidailies, I watched a play called "Enter Your Sleep," put on by Zoom Theatre. I had some reservations about seeing a play that had a dream plot--both because I generally don't like them in fiction and in real life they're even worse (I've had some real weird ones of late I can't even explain), but this was done incredibly well and was very clear--despite dream format--as to what had gone on.
Beyond this point I am going to go into spoiler territory, but I will say that this play involves ah, depression and ah....a bad thing happening to somebody due to said depression. If this is a trigger for you, look away.
This is the dream of Glory Zico, replaying various scenarios, both real life and somewhat imaginary, about the recent death of her best friend, P.K. They are from Tulsa and Glory hit her limit on living in Tulsa (she's a lesbian, I assume that had something to do with it) and she moved to New York. P.K. did not follow, had a dead end office job he hated, and he was planning on moving to Austin but I guess somehow never did it... and instead shot himself.
This whole dream is Glory dealing with/trying to figure out the whole situation since she wasn't there and didn't know how badly things were going. People in Tulsa seemed to think that he and she would get together romantically--they tried sex and both seemed quite bored with it--but they also seemed to have some kind of "split apart" dynamic, I guess. Glory said it would have made things easier if they were into it.
There's excerpts from Winnie the Pooh, When Harry Met Sally (the "men and women can never be friends" section), and they solo dance to "I've Had The Time Of My Life" from Dirty Dancing.
I watched the talkback after the show. He's in NorCal, she's in SoCal, they've never physically met. They talked a bit about the staging and she said she had spike tape all over for his sight lines and they could only see each other part of the time.
If anyone else wants to see it, it runs the rest of the weekend on more East Coast times and it's free.
This actually happened to my cousin Kristen--I mentioned it years ago when her friend Joey, who I also knew, killed himself. I’m certainly not going to mention this to her, but I do kind of wonder how she’d feel about it. Probably depressed.