snow day

I am fascinated by people that successfully make a living in their pajamas.

I woke up Monday morning to a 27 item "to do" list for work and at least 6" of snow. I-15 was a parking lot, so the office elected to "work from home."

I got 3 things done on my list.

):

but then again, I DID:
clean my room
balance my checkbook
go to a movie
go out to dinner
play the Wii
paint my nails
buy a dining room table
buy Lifehouse concert tickets
discuss the value of the American $
finish a book
go to bed at 10:30

so I'm basically counting that as a draw.

you're invited!

sorry the colors went a little crazy when I scanned it...

thank you, jon harmon

for validating the last four years of my life:

there is no "i" in team

Five o’clock dawned bright and early on Friday morning (actually, it didn’t really “dawn” until well after seven, and it wasn’t exactly “bright” either, with a storm rolling in, but it was definitely early). I rolled out of bed, grabbed a quick shower, and donned at least seven layers of clothing before running out the door. I then proceeded to spend the next forty-five minutes sitting in traffic (who are all those masochists on the road at 6 a.m.?)

I rushed into the office at five after seven, pealed off a layer or three, and joined my coworkers in the conference room. A few minutes later, my boss escorted a black, double-breasted power suit into the room. Chris (my boss) introduced him as "Eric" and said he'd be the host of our "experience", then elaborated further by saying that Eric's company was our newest client. They had engineered a program guaranteed to build group unity. There was only one other program like it in the world. Based in Virgina, it had a two-year waiting list. We were to be the guinea pigs in its sister Salt Lake program. He then handed the proverbial conch shell to Eric the Suit.

Eric introduced himself as having grown up in South Jordan and graduating from the U. After graduation, he was profiled by the FBI and had spent the last ten years working for them as a field agent primarily based in Russia where he had worked undercover with the Russian mafia. He had recently taken a leave of absence as his partner had been shot. Funds from this program would go towards supporting his disabled partner and his partner's family.

Eric then proceeded to tell us that the vast majority of crime in the world stems from mistrust. For example, you can't trust where your money has been. "Seventy percent of paper money has traces of cocaine on it. SEVENTY PERCENT," he said. Therefore, to create unity, trust was the essential element. We would be spending all day and much of the evening participating in activities to build trust. Our experience would include trusting each other as we:

• Ate exotic and possible dangerous foods
• Shot a variety of weapons
• Practiced team formation
• Drove vehicles on a closed course
• Participated in an urban warfare simulation
• Thorougly exhausted ourselves

He then directed us all to a waiting car and told us we would be traveling to west West Valley (the best "ghetto" he could find in the Salt Lake area) to await further instructions. He would meet up with us later.

So into the white van we got (very 24), and drove to a designated parking lot in the warehouse district where we waited for intructions. After about ten minutes, all our cell phones went off at the same time with text messages that read, "Mission compromised! Abort." My boss, Mike, then got a text telling us to check the trunk. In it, we found a large cardboard that read, "TOP SECRET. OPEN ONLY WHEN INSTRUCTED", he didn't wait to be instructed, but tore the lid right off. Inside, there were t-shirts that read, "TEAM BUILDING EXERCISE 2007" and hoodies with our company logo on them (surprise, surprise). There was also a white envelope with our names printed on the outside for each of us. Inside, was $50 and a boarding pass...

... to Long Beach Airport.

"Psyche!" yelled the bosses in unison. "We're really going to Disneyland. Now hurry, get in the car, we're gonna miss our flight!"

We raced to the airport amidst a flurry of questions and answers:

• "Wait, we're really going to Disneyland?" "Yes."
• "Who was that guy then?" "Some guy from my ward."
• "Does he really work for the F.B.I.?" "No."
• "Good. I was really worried about the US Government." "Uh...that's not a question."
• "Do you think there's cocaine on this $50 bill?" "..."

So off to Disneyland we went, one cameraman/women and the rest of us walking three by three in perfect syzygy with our matching shirts. Of course, it rained almost the entire time, so we also wore matching ponchos ): But there were negative percent lines (: Of course, the rain delayed our flight an hour-and-a-half so I got home at 3 a.m. ): But we ate at a fantastic Korean restaurant with a grill right at our table for hand warming (:

Oh yeah, and did I mention we spent the day at DISNEYLAND!?!?!

And wouldn't you know it, we still did everything Eric said we would.

so I may or may not die this weekend.

I don't think I've talked a lot about my job, so allow me to enlighten you a bit. Please note, however, that it isn't always like this . . .

Once upon a time, there was the annual Intrepid golf-a-thon. I got a birdie and a sweet tat for my "skills":


As we were departing from the 9th hole (it was really just a quasi-golf-a-thon), one of my bosses mentioned that our next team "experience" would take place sometime in October or November in Midway. Details would follow.

Several months passed until one Monday morning in our 10 am-sharp staff meeting (it may have been closer to 11, or 12 ... but who's counting?), the bosses requested, nay demanded, that we ensure that the date of November 30th be open from dawn 'til dark (actually it's much longer--6 am to midnight) for the next "experience". They were so serious about the mandatory nature of this "experience" that availability for it was a determining factor in our new hire.

Now, there was a Kaiizen trip that weekend that I am now missing (and I am REALLY sad about it, by the way), but I figured it would probably be worth it, right?

I DON'T KNOW!!!!

They confirmed our booking for this "experience" in September, but they won't tell us ANYTHING about what we're doing or where we're going, only that we're going to be doing it for an INSANELY long time.

And don't think we're taking this lightly. Rumors have been flying around like crazy:

We're flying to Vegas/Wendover
We're going to a sporting event of some sort
We're going to some sort of insane wilderness survival camp
Or worse, we're doing some sort of team-building activity.

Every time the bosses go out, we gather together to postulate, theorize, and otherwise speculate on what we're getting ourselves into (or what the bosses are getting us into--should legal action be necessary in the future . . .)

Our only solid clues are:
Possible location: Midway (from the off-hand remark during quasi-golf-a-thon 2007)
Possible attire: Matching T-shirts and sweatshirts embroidered with the Intrepid logo (from an order I overheard our boss placing last week)

My thoughts:
Worst-case scenario: team-building competition with another equally matchy company.
Best-case scenario: Disneyland.

Oh, and I changed my mind. It is always like this in the office . . .