Believe it or not, I’m getting ready to go to a minor league baseball game. At noon. Before work. It’ll be the Scranton/Wilkes-Barre Railriders vs. the Charlotte Knights. And I’m going. Apparently.
You see, an email went out at work inviting all the supervisors to the game. Some people were going to go, and some were not. I was interested, of course. Who turns down baseball? Not me, that’s who. So, it was a mixed-bag reaction, and it didn’t sound like a huge crowd was going to be there. All the better! Then… it was made clear that we were EXPECTED to attend this “team building opportunity.” All meetings were canceled, and they cleared the way for us to go.
Then I find out they have a luxury suite for us, with food, etc. So, hell yeah. Definitely count me in. The only downside … a 12:05 start time. Then I have to go to work! But whatever. It’ll be fun. The park is really great, and we’ll have a lot of laughs, for sure. Building that team, goddammit. It’ll be a good time. But… 12:05?
So, here we are again. I have very little time to write this update but made a vow to update every Mon/Thur. This is happening a lot lately. How am I so busy? I don’t do shit. In any case, this is probably going to be another abbreviated entry. But it’s an entry! The vow stands.
Yesterday at work somebody busted out several big boxes of Cinnabon at a meeting, and one was placed in front of me. I’d been doing so well with meal tracking, and all that stuff. But I ate the thing, and you wanna guess how many calories? That’s right 880. 880! That’s pure insanity. But I logged it into the international database o’ riffled fatasses, and somehow did not go over for the day. I was starving when I got home from work and wanted to eat something. But I didn’t have enough room under the salary cap, so I just drank a bottle of water.
It wasn’t worth it. I’ll never do it again. At least until I say fukkit and stop worrying about all this stuff again. But while I’m still trackin’ I’ll never waste so many calories on some bullshit like that. Ya know? So, at the very least this thing is making me think about stuff.
Not sure what’s going to happen at that baseball game. A buffet table of free stadium food? Sweet sainted mother of Quinn Martin! The universe is conspiring to keep my ass fat.
In any case, I need to go now. I released a ridiculous new episode of my ridiculous podcast this morning. This one has some laughs, I think. Check it out if you’re so inclined. I think it’s getting better. Here’s your link. And here’s the description:
In this one, I discuss a horrifying photograph I saw of myself, the murky world of calorie-counting, a questionable article about how millennials spend their money, and people who are somehow 100% non-cynical. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know. Thanks!
If you have anything on corporate team building activities, please tell us about it. Especially the ones that went bad. We all love the ones that go bad. I don’t think this baseball game will come off the rails. It’s a good group of folks, and we get along great. Only 11 people, tops. It’ll be fun. But if you have anything, please share.
And I’ll be back on Monday.
Have a great weekend!