From around the table.....

Happy Hour discussions are much more interesting than any Conference Room meetings I've ever been at... Attendance is by choice - there is no "head of the table" - you come when you want, you stay as long as you want. There is no agenda.. No dress code.. Interruptions are welcomed.. There is no Employee Manual to abide by.. Rather than talk about 'tasks' - we generally talk about other people. NO? YOU DON'T?

Well, I guess it's not the thing to do.. but somehow it's done - and it's generally long about the second glass of whatever one is drinking.

"Have you noticed that one new chick in our area... the BO?"... Hehe, and like Boardroom meetings, in turn the "problem/solution" for same was bantered about... "Well.. I worked at so-and-so, we had this family that actually lived in a tent.. she walked 7 miles to work.. she reeked SOOO bad... after multiple complaints, finally the HR Dept called her in - gave her a basket from Bed, Bath & Beyond.. pointed her toward the shower..." ...and the suggestion from the younger point of view "look bitch, you stink. Soap up." Hehe..

Then the topic somehow got switched to paraplegic intercourse and if there was sucha thing. See? Much more fun than talking about summer quotas, annual budgets, etc...

Lemme see... we touched on the folks in the Claims Dept... Receivables and Billables... The HR Dept & Secretary.. The officers... The Main Dept... hell, I don't think we missed a lick. Right Kendra? We talked about who we thought was doinking who... So and so that said "I haven't been with a man in 24 years" (and shortly thereafter she touched the leg of the person she was talking to and followed with "you're hot.")..

We spoke of how "good" our current business is (While it's fairly consistent, we get slammed/killed/smothered in the summertime.) We vented, bitched, moaned, laughed, argued, talked emotionally, stood up for some, dissed others. We talked about the day long about ten am someone stood up and yelled to the next county "THAT'S IT.. I CAN'T TAKE IT.. I CAN'T DO ALL THIS." See? We needs these Happy Hours. Fuckabuncha board meetings - gimme co-workers and a Miller Light any day.

Talked about our lives.... talked about how the waitress got bent outta shape by a comment... bitched about plastic cups versus glasses to drink our drinks in (there was a full-fledged festival going on literally right out the front door - the City did not allow glass containers.)

We spoke of a recent two year Boobaversary (24 months after implants)complete with free educational 'feels'... whether or not they'd explode at 30,000 feet... whether or not one could breast feed after...

If ya didn't come, we probably talked about you... (No, not you Misty.. you're on "the good team."!!!)

All week long we've been a wind up toy in the wind up mode. Since it coincided with pay day - we've gone from those hideous Banquet frozen dinners to finally "gimme the good shit, no well drink for me."

We pay our bills.. we do our laundry.. we mow our yards... then we do it allover again, beginning with the two-week preparatory wind-up stage... At work, if ya observe those that don't come --- they honestly do seem all wound up.. Am I promoting profanity, drinking, gossiping, laughing to tears? Uh huh, I think I am. I guess I could go home, kick the dog, holler at the kids.. yell "WHAT'S FOR DINNER G-DAMMIT" - but I'd much rather unwind at Happy Hour.

Beats the hell outta a Board Room, or a bored room any day. Happy weekend, bye bye now.