We have a Team Building Retreat all day tomorrow and that is probably why I have a headache. Dumb bastards just don't get it, we are not a team and we don't want to retreat!
Bring some cigars and have a herf...that will do wonders for the team.
But there is NO TEAM
Fuk'n joke of a facilitator (just someone from another office that does not know shit) sent out an email requesting everyone send her "something about themselves that nobody would know" to play a game, yeah I know the game learned it the Dale Carnegie course they shoved up our ass about 15 years ago. I of course ignored the email and yesterday got a nastygram as to my not replying and I needed to do that before lunch today. OK, I responded, venture to say I will get a follow-up nastygram.
So what did you submit?
That you like cigars (the kind that simple country boys like), that you collect toenail clippings, that you virtually hang out with characters named Bean, The Mayor, LTG, CG, Oy, Fishy and a bunch of Daves? That you can't wait to escape Commieville?