Thursday, April 28, 2005

Cubicle Task Force Tangent

I have been reeled into a project at work- something my co-workers are calling a "Task Force." What does this even mean?? When I think task force I don't think endless meetings trying to nail down huge grandiose ideas. In fact...

Did anyone else play Electronic Battleship growing up? I remember when my brothers and I finally made the upgrade from Battleship V1.0 to its electronic cousin... I thought I had reached a pinnacle of cool.

Task Force 1, enter letter, number, fire!

You could not only blow up other people's really expensive tiny plastic ship replicas, you could use strategy and trickery to try and fool your opponent.

Task Force 1 armed!

It was always a source of joy when I was able to hit one of my brother's ships first. Because for one brief second I was infinitely smarter and more coy. Kind of like the brief second when you are asked to join a new project group at work - "wha-what?! You guys WANT me to HELP you? Wow I must be really smart."

Task Force 2 Destroyer Hit!

Then you actually realize that being part of a "task force" may require more than you chilling in a swank conference room sippin on your diet soda. You may actually have to contribute work. You may actually have to live through something you only thought existed in the movie Office Space. And you may have to cling to the flourescent ray of hope emitting from the soft drink machine... because sometimes that's all you have.

Task Force 1 Sunk!

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Elaine......I prefer to view a "task force" like a good rip roaring game of "Doof Ball". As a group you sit around in a big circle, kinda like a conference room. You bat the ball to one another trying to keep it from hitting the ground, much like passing the buck or struggling for ideas. Then, as is most important, you make up the rules as you go. If you happen to "drop the ball" or hit it out of bounds boy are you in trouble. Of course you would be penalized. Finally, its not unusual that the youngest in the pecking order comes up the sore loser! Boy I miss a good doof to the rear!