So, I'm in the middle of a giant project at work - there are over one hundred folks working on our little endeavor. And of course, this being GCI, we're going to make sure that our team members are happy campers - and I mean that seriously. At GCI, morale is highly valued - very refreshing in Corporate America.
Anyhoo, as a part of our morale enhancing efforts, we're ordering the obligatory team t-shirts silk screened with the project logo. We're also ordering very nice sweaters for each team member.
So guess who was volunteered to coordinate the whole t-shirt/sweater process? Yup - me. Which in a way was good because I got to pick what I thought was edgy and cool. Not the usual frumpy corporate wear for this kid. However, in addition to selecting the corporate togs I also have to honcho the actual ordering. Which means assembling the complete list of team members (no small task) and then asking each and every one of them for their size and sweater preference.
You just haven't lived until you've sent out a mass e-mail to one hundred fifty people letting them know that they're going to get cool free stuff and all they have to do is e-mail back their size and sweater preference. I was innundated within three minutes - Booosh, the flood gates opened. I spent the remainder of the day dealing with the continuing influx
When one coordinates this sort of thing, one learns way more than one ever wanted to know about individuals' sizes, clothes fitting preferences, and personal appearance phobias. I am definitely suffering from TMI (Too Much Information).
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