Monday, August 04, 2008

The Company Picnic

     I don't have any kids.  Sorry.  Not for lack of effort I assure you.  But I don't have any.  So how or why they thought I would be a good person to have to work supervising the giant, inflatable kids jumping tent is beyond me.  From the hours of 3 to 4 the lives, safety, and well-being of literally dozens of kids was in my hands.  I am surprised they survived.
      Actually, the kids are pretty good and didn't cause me much trouble.  They managed to spill my soda, but that is a minor casualty in the overall scheme of things.  It spilled on a tarp anyway, which is cool, and will be extra cool once the ants find it and go nuts. 
     Honestly though, it really is the kids that makes the company picnic fun for me.  Granted, I like the people I work with, I like the free picnic food (which is usually Italian food catered by a local restaurant, which was good but never seemed quite right.  This year they actually manned up and just grilled the usual fare and it was still fantastic), but I love the kids.  They are everywhere.  Apparently we hump a lot at my work, because everyone has tons of kids.  And then there is me.  Depending on your viewpoint I am either just a really big kid playing with them, or I am a creepy adult who is a white cargo van away from being dangerous.  But kids are fun.  I go down the slide with them, and I usually take a whole bunch of them on the merry-go-round with me.  It's fun.  But they don't play cribbage.
     David Nathaniel does, however, and he was my partner in the cribbage tournament.  We had our sights set on the $40 top prize, but we got knocked out in the second round.  Turns out I used all my good hands in the first round, because I couldn't score shit in the second.  Listen, anyone can be successful time after time, but it takes an amazing person to falter in the crutch.  And that's what we did in the cribbage tournament.  But it's okay.  We had fun, got too everyone outside of work but not really, got some sun, and got fed on the company dime.  What more could I ask for?  Well, maybe a half hour inside the jump tent instead of watching it.  And some pie.  Yeah, pie would have been good.

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