We had a “team breakaway” this morning.
It wasn’t my boss Clark’s idea. His notion of a breakaway would be to bus us all to another state and never look back.
It came from Trudy in HR. So it’s a corporate thing.
We started off by playing a game called “Mine Field.” Stuff is scattered on the floor and you have to “guide” your blindfolded partner through without blowing them up.
I worked with Farook from Accounting. It didn’t go well.
I told Clark that he’d have to write a letter to Farook’s parents explaining that he died valiantly in battle. Clark didn’t laugh.
Up next, we had someone come in to do our “True Colors.” It’s a very precise psychological test that is premised on the theory that human beings can be broken into one of four colors. Apparently we’re not as complicated a race as we like to think. I’m “Blue.”
After our colors were accessed it was time to find out what kind of “geometric shape” we are. I’m a “triangle.”
Most people are “square.” As a collective, they’re pretty pleased about it.
When I questioned the validity of labelling people as specific colors and shapes, Typhoid Mildred called me a “narrow minded little triangle… And a blue one at that!”
We ended with “Trust Exercises.”
I was partnered with Otto. I don’t trust him and he doesn’t trust anyone. We both agreed we weren’t going to do them. I think it’s the first thing Otto and I have agreed on.