Breakfast this morning was slightly more impressive than my usual bowl o’ Kashi GOLEAN Crunch, thanks to the quarterly* State of the Company meeting. Fresh fruit, French Freedom toast on French Freedom bread, whole grain blueberry muffins, sausage I’m fairly certain was made from tasty, fresh baby kittens…
The company I work for does this kind of shit all the time. Today, breakfast. Tomorrow, pizza party. Couple weeks ago, annual ski trip**. And that’s in addition to the kick ass usual corpish benefits (good pay, paid med/dental for the whole family, generous retirement contribution, etc).
And there’s my dilemma. See, I have a hard time dealing with the button-down corporate lifestyle. I don’t like shaving every day, I hate tucking in my shirt, and I feel totally out of place riding up the elevators with Suits. It just ain’t me.
Then there’s the job itself. Not exactly the position I thought I’d be in when I grew up (astronaut/criminal mastermind). Sure, I get the chance to maintain my level of nerdliness with acceptable parameters, but that ain’t enough for Our Hero.
Still, if they keep feeding me, maybe I’ll come around. La résistance est futile, no?
* They procrastinate about as badly as I do. This “quarterly” breakfast was the first in two years.
** By “ski trip” I mean “a trip up to Timberline Lodge, during which some people skied while the rest of us hit the open bar.” Oh, and I won a $50 McMenamin’s gift card beating everyone in the company playing “Name That Tune” with TV theme songs. Moral of the story? Watch a lot of TV and drink.
