The stuff I ordered for our Innovation Space (at work) arrived today. There was plasticine, lego, a rubik’s cube, an etch-a-sketch, a slinky, amongst other items.
One of the other items was an ice-breaker in the guise of a football.
So, Kimberly and I found ourselves playing with the ball by our desks. To and fro. To and fro. Whichever question your thumb lands on when you catch the ball, you have to answer.
Q. What was the last difficult situation you had to deal with at work?
A. Boo - Boring … move on.
Q. Where did you go on your last holiday?
A. Kimberly – Turkey … and it sucked.
Q. What major event has happened in your life recently?
A. Boo - Erm, that would be MY HUSBAND DIED.
Kimberly nonchalantly catches the ball, saying, “Oh really” as if she didn’t know and couldn’t care less, MOVING SWIFTLY ONTO THE NEXT QUESTION …
Q. What skills and experience do you most draw on when managing people?
A. Kimberly - I don’t line-manage. I’m bored with this now.
You could FEEL the place FREEZE, go silent as we carried the stuff to the Innovation Space. All the hubbub and background noise diminished. NADA. ZILCH. Everyone too embarrassed to laugh when we did. Almost holding their breath.
I really do enjoy inappropriate humour. But especially now. Its darkness seems entirely appropriate. Upside down. Fucked up.