Sometimes I miss working in Human Resources because this is the kind of story that could kill several forty-five minute blocks throughout the day.
(I especially like the image of the kids running down the block to escape the bees. That’s the kind of story those kids will tell their kids, who will tell their kids, who will tell their kids. It will live on in infamy.)
If I had a job, today, my schedule would be totally thrown into chaos because of this crazy bee story. My day would go something like this:
- Arrive to work around 9AM
- 9:15 – 9:45 AM: Return voice mail and email
- 9:45 – 10:30 AM: Talk about bees
- 10:30 – 11:30 AM: I met get some work done
- 11:30 – 12:15 PM: More bees
- 12:15 – 1:30 PM: Long lunch and/or nap in the car
- 1:30 – 2:00 PM: Internet shop — & read more stories about the bees
- 2:00 – 2:15 PM: Work of some kind — maybe check email
- 2:15- 3:00 PM: Did you hear about those killer bees? Anyone?
- 3:00 PM – 3:30 PM: Guerrilla Starbucks Run
- 3:30 – 4:15 PM: Donut break with co-workers (or maybe a Snickers) and random updates in the cafeteria on youth soccer, youth track, and other extra-curricular activities. Also, more coffee.
- 4:15 – 5:00 PM: Check email and catch people walking past my office and ask, “Did you hear about those killer bees?”
- 5:00 PM – Wrap up & call it a day
It would be a thoroughly productive day because I could successfully report to upper management that I was reaching out to colleagues, checking the pulse of the organization, and improving morale.