Sunday, May 1, 2016

Games people play ...


Sophomoric.
... That's just one of the nicer terms I used to describe Fun and Games Time that follows each morning's leadership line-up.  

No, I'm not making that up.
When our organization was acquired by the Big Corporation, that activity became an expectation.

Sure, I'm all about joviality and boosting morale.  
Unfortunately, when you've a dozen diverse participants ranging in age from their early 20's to (ahem) 60-something ... most of whom are athletically inclined ... someone's gotta play the fool.

I've never pretended to possess much hand-eye coordination.
... or any coordination, for that matter. (lol)

Yet, in the last year-and-a-half I've been compelled to play my very first games of 

Basketball (something they call 'pig')
Rock, Paper, Scissors
Pass the Lifesaver-on-a-Straw
Egg-Spoon-pass
and what seems like a 100 varieties of beer pong  ...minus the beer, of course!

Normally, I'm the first to laugh at myself.  
I wouldn't feel so bad had I not glimpsed an eye roll now and then.  Or worse, sensed someone's dejection when paired with me.

1968 all over again.
Wow. When Janis Ian recorded "At Seventeen" I felt like someone finally understood.    

 
... Those whose names were never called, when choosing sides for basketball.


When April rolled around, it became my turn to facilitate the games people play.  (Woo-hoo!)  

Vowing not to deliberately embarrass anyone, I focused on Robert Fulghum-istics.



Except, I once relapsed and handed everyone a piece of paper containing a diagram of the United States.  I set a timer for 5 minutes and asked them to fill in the states' names.  That went over like a proverbial lead balloon!

My favorite activity was "Show-and- Tell."
When, at the beginning of the month  I announced that every Monday would be "Show-and-Tell", I was met with blank expressions.  Some wanted to know, "What are the rules?"

After the first couple of weeks, almost everyone became really enthused.
One young man brought in the carburetor from a car he's restoring. Another unbuttoned the top of his collar to reveal a tiny gold cross (that) he's worn every day since his grandmother gave it to him on her death-bed 40-some years ago.
One woman's story elicited a few tears ... and a smattering of applause from her peers.

... and it occurred to me, Blogland's not all that different than Show-and-Tell.

There was another activity everyone enjoyed
involving total disclosure, strategic intent and Reese's peanut butter cups.
In the interest of time, I'll share that next time.

Perhaps the biggest take-away from April is the realization, this isn't 1968 ...and there are no losers.  At times, my co-workers exasperate and annoy me. I probably do them, as well.
But in the end I believe we truly care about one another.


"And it is still true, no matter how old you
are - when you go out into the world, it is best
to hold hands and stick together."

- Robert Fulghum


 Hugs from Phoenix!
 Myra