It’s not too long before the bi-annual Pouring Beans shareholders meeting takes place in Bordon, France. Minutes will be taken, quiches will be shared, and pyjama trousers will be stretched. A fun time will be had by all.
In order to save some time with the introductions I thought it would be beneficial to include some information here so that we can forego the usual icebreakers (I always hated that one where you throw the ball and whoever catches it has to tell the group a personal secret and then do fifty laps of the courtyard) and move straight to the complimentary lunch:
My name is Ian von Drudle-McIver. I was one of the founding members, so I have been with the company for over fifteen years. I co-chaired the committee that reviewed the recommendation to revise the colour of the book that the regulation’s in (we kept it grey).
My day-to-day duties include staring wistfully out of the windows so that photographers can capture my likeness and putting it in leaflets and posters with inspiring messages for the other members of staff, finding anything made of cake and eating it and occasionally holding a cup of coffee and joining other people’s conversations to add the often useful and ultimately timeless response, “I know, right?”
When I am not slaving at the office and in board meetings, I enjoy riding manatees, laughing at belt buckles and pushing tinfoil through random post boxes.
In the next five years, I hope to introduce several changes to make work at the company much more enjoyable. It’s very enjoyable as it is, so what could I possibly want to change? Firstly, I would want every one soap dispenser out of four to dispense chocolate raisins instead of soap. Secondly, it would be hugely beneficial for productivity to have the song ‘We Close our Eyes’ by Go West play all day every day in every part of the office, so much so that you couldn’t escape it anywhere (including the basement). Lastly, every Friday would be ‘bird day’ where staff members can bring their own birds to the office so they can share in the fun. I do have other suggestions, but I wouldn’t want all my secrets disclosed here; I’ve got to keep some jewels to myself.
See you all at the buffet.
7 comments on “Reacquaintance”
Thank you for the introduction. I notice that, while making your statement, several other members of staff threw their Personal Secret Balls at you but you did not catch them, throw them to another person or tell a personal secret. This tells me you are not a team player.
They knew to wait until I was finished. They only did it to deliberately antagonise me and so they could get to the buffet and snap up all the crab puffs because they’re the tastiest.
They can keep the crab puffs. Those things are rank. I’ll be having the sausage rolls and the satay chicken skewers. In fact, if they’re all sufficiently distracted while they’re throwing their Personal Secret Balls at you, I’ll just stuff all the rolls and skewers into my pockets.
They buried me in those balls. It was Clacton-on-Sea and their magnificent ball pool all over again.
Buried in balls. What a way to go. Are you still under there now?
A man dressed in a monkey suit rescued me from the pit. Then, when it was its most funniest, I pushed him in and everyone laughed therefore making me king.