This past week at work was Employee Appreciation Week. What a concept. No, really. It’s all right. It was fun. There were word games all week, and a Bingo tournament, and a chance to win prizes, just for being an employee of the company.
(Only I didn’t win any prizes, so I didn’t feel the appreciation. kidding!)
Yesterday, the office essentially shut down at 11:00 for a company-wide luncheon, and then all the employees took to the yards for frolic and fun for the rest of the afternoon. There was live music, and a ‘build your own trail mix’ snack station, and drinks, and mingling, and games being played.
Carmen and Elvie decided to sign up for a couple of the games that were going to be played.
They both signed up for the Bags tournament, which is where you throw bean bags through a hole in a cardboard placard…
….like so. (Image found via Google search for ‘bags,’ sorry.)
Then Elvie signed up for the Potato Sack Race, which was exactly what it sounds like, only there was a piggyback twist to it. Literally – the contestants would start off wearing their potato sack, then after a certain point would doff the potato sack and run back to the starting line straddling and hugging inflatable pigs to themselves. Odd, that, but one guy did a spectacular somersault in the process.
Then the company was going to have something called a Bear Foot Race. It required four teammates. Carmen and Elvie were two. They were trying to recruit two more.
This is where is it helpful to read any and all instructions, be it with a shelving unit you put together to a recipe to rules of a game. Okay?
Here Carmen and Elvie thought the Bear Foot Race had something to do with bare feet. See? Bear = bare; misspelled for a reason. They thought the game would entail getting down on your hands and knees and crawling across the lawn. Like a bear. It stood to reason.
No. The Bear Foot Race involved each of the four teammates chugging a 12-ounce drink as fast as he/she could, then sprinting in order to win.
I could possibly chug water that fast, but only if I’m really thirsty. And I couldn’t imagine running at all after chugging a 12-ounce soda as fast as I could. I told Carmen I was afraid of throwing up, which is why I did not want to take part.
In the end, Carmen and Elvie recruited Diane and a gentleman from the reporting staff. They didn’t win, but they had a lot of fun doing it. Just as I had a lot of fun watching them.
But, you know, it’s helpful to read. tee hee.
Believe it or not, I had intended to work all afternoon, until one of the higher ups gave me a bit of a talking to – I was either to join in the fun or go home.
Well, I’d already put 4:30 down on my timecard, so I joined in the fun.
(*a la Richard Nixon*) I am not a workaholic.
Oh, and, wouldn’t you know, my face got terrifically sunburned. Yeah. Didn’t have the foresight to bring a hat with me, or sunglasses. Oh well. It hurts today; been applying balm all day. Next year, I’ll know better.