It was quickly turning into the most confusing company picnic in the history of company picnics. I was sure this was not what the founders of these picnics had in mind.
That first get-together was probably with workers at a small business, maybe somewhere in the midwest. They gathered for an afternoon of relaxation, had a few drinks, played a few games, maybe horseshoes. Afterwards everyone agreed it was a lovely time, and just like that a new tradition was born.
The hulking metal towers were clustered outside behind the big box store, off to the side of the loading dock. The senior most tower tried to calm the fears of the rest of the group, but it was quickly becoming a losing proposition.
“I know it’s cold out here at night, but listen, we all need to keep our composure, okay?” the tower said, “we’re going to be okay.”
The question was simple enough, but no one was willing to go first and answer it. Around the table we all sat, looking at Roz and shooting glances at each other. Even Suck-Up Andy was quiet. I was pretty sure that was a first.
Roz made eye contact with each of us, her way of letting us know she was serious, and this was dire. But we knew that already. She was making an appearance in the office, one of her few since the pandemic began.
We gathered in the parking lot of section D at the mall. Wilson and I were among the first to arrive, wanting to make a good impression and beat Suck-Up Andy to the event. Roz was here when we pulled in, chipper at nine a.m. and encouraging everyone to have a cup of coffee from the little station she had set up in the back of her SUV.
Wilson walked into my office dressed for, well I’m not exactly sure what he was dressed for, but he was a sight. Blue jeans, a plaid flannel shirt, yellow hard hat, safety googles, with a face shield over that, along with work boots, and a tool belt.
I sat back and took it all in. He stared back at me like there was nothing unusual about the getup.