In my post When adults don’t think about consequences I talk about the hell of my youthful years: Sports day.
This event was many more times traumatic in the Summer than the Winter.
As soon as the Dutch temperature would hit above 22 degrees, school would make sure we could spend a day at the swimming pool.
While I was trying to fall down the stairs to break a limb, my friend was experimenting with the Pill to induce her period.
But whatever we tried, this event was mandatory unless the swimming pool was on fire.
We couldn’t seem to get out of it.
This messed up my self esteem and trust for quite some years after.
You’d think that this Horror would be done by the time you struggled yourself through the horrible years of education.
More than often I sit at work and wonder what exactly it is that I’m using of all the gained knowledge of all those years of school.
Was it really worth it, dragging 7kg of books each day on a 20km bike ride to school?
20% of my daily tasks consist of printing out forms, fill them out, scan them, rename them, storing them on the company website.
20% is everything related to emails, meetings & travel time.
Another 20% would be sipping that terrible tasting coffee just to stay awake.
The final 20% is pretending I’m busy with actual work and in that way avoid all the mean colleagues. And this is the only part which is actually worth it
If you have done your math, you might notice 4 *20% is not 100%.
That’s right. I have given up on giving it “my all”.
But that’s all OK.
I have accepted my education is only a permit to get a seat in a company.
The one thing I will not be able to accept is reliving the same stress my youth.
Quite some months ago the annual Team building was announced.
It was going to be on island surrounded by water.
I decided not to panic about it; I had plenty of time to figure out an excuse.
Weeks past by and I forgot all about it until I got a firm reminder to accept this event in my calendar along with a description “Bring your swimming clothes”.
“Luckily” we don’t have stairs in our current home.
How on earth was I going to get out of this one?!
I don’t want colleagues to see me in swimming wear. Certainly I am not interested in their half naked body.
Someone must have listened to my desperate prayers this time.
A range of invites were send to me by angels to attended meetings abroad.
My plan was to travel less, but these I accepted gladly.
Because of this extra unexpected load, my manager approved for me to skip the Team building event, this time.
I’m save for now.
Anyone any suggestions for excuses for the next one?