Tonight I had a “team celebration” with my coworkers. I had originally scheduled to flex my time for a half day so I could be here when the roof guy was fixing my chimney, so I was a little frustrated that they had elected to have this celebration tonight. Either way, I figured I would at least make an appearance so I drove back up to Peoria tonight to sit at Sully’s and listen to half of my coworkers talk about work, and half tell stories that I’ve heard already.
I’ve decided that individually I like all of my coworkers, even the ones that tend to be on the irritating side. However, together, they make up this big manic depressive ball of people that does nothing but turn me into the awkward wallflower that I was in high school. They couldn’t get it through their collective heads that I had to go in twenty minutes and had to work out tonight, so drinking/gorging myself with food wasn’t something I was in for. Mostly I just wanted to make an appearance, support my team, and then make a quick exit.
Boss: “Why aren’t you drinking?”
Me: “I have karate in an hour.”
Boss (five minutes later): “You sure you don’t want a beer?”
Me: “Yeah, I’m sure, thanks.”
Project Manager: “You want spicy chicken wings?”
Me: “No, I have karate in an hour and don’t want to explode.”
PM: “You sure?”
Me: “Yeah, sure.”
PM: “How about some spicy fries then?”
Me: … “no, thanks.”
At this point thankfully my phone alarm rang to notify me that my meter was about to expire. I finished my soda and exited. Now I really need to spar. The End.
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