It's an interesting thing, isn't it, the power of food to bring people together?
I have already written about the ice cream grub day this past Thursday; I didn't say anything about the details. The fun and funny details.
I work in a group comprised of...13 (maybe?) people. Naturally, not all of these people get along, so there were only six or seven people at the official afternoon ice cream break.
It started with me, B, and Jo, followed closely by G, and eventually L (who stayed on the couch and payed more attention to her cell phone than the rest of us), Ju, and P.
We chit-chatted for a while, and eventually the conversation turned to a section where G had once worked with a woman, R, who constantly wears way too much perfume (when she's in your proximity, you may as well have taken a couple hits of Binaca, no joke). I told G I heard a story about him and R, and wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth.
He told the story that he simply suggested she wear less perfume, since it gave him headaches and made him nauseous; she argued that he could just stay away, because she likes it. Good for G: he stood up for himself (even if he got nothing for it in the moment, eventually they separated the two).
It was a great fifteen-minute bonding session, and a great learning opportunity, where I learned that something as simple as ice cream can bring people together, make soft voices strong and unite a team unlike personality tests and group mini-meetings.
I have already written about the ice cream grub day this past Thursday; I didn't say anything about the details. The fun and funny details.
I work in a group comprised of...13 (maybe?) people. Naturally, not all of these people get along, so there were only six or seven people at the official afternoon ice cream break.
It started with me, B, and Jo, followed closely by G, and eventually L (who stayed on the couch and payed more attention to her cell phone than the rest of us), Ju, and P.
We chit-chatted for a while, and eventually the conversation turned to a section where G had once worked with a woman, R, who constantly wears way too much perfume (when she's in your proximity, you may as well have taken a couple hits of Binaca, no joke). I told G I heard a story about him and R, and wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth.
He told the story that he simply suggested she wear less perfume, since it gave him headaches and made him nauseous; she argued that he could just stay away, because she likes it. Good for G: he stood up for himself (even if he got nothing for it in the moment, eventually they separated the two).
It was a great fifteen-minute bonding session, and a great learning opportunity, where I learned that something as simple as ice cream can bring people together, make soft voices strong and unite a team unlike personality tests and group mini-meetings.
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