Lately I've been feeling more like a seventh grader than I have since, well, since I was in 7th grade. I'm unable to articulate abstract thoughts, I get lockjaw at the idea of telling the cute boy that I have a crush on that I like him and a giant pimple has magically appeared on my chin. It is through this lens that I am pretty skeptical of the phenomenon in my office called "Honest Monday."
Honest Monday, essentially, involves a box placed in the common work area for all budget nerds to offer reflective commentary regarding the budget process and handling of fiscal crises within the state. At its best, Honest Monday is an airing of positive attributes of the hectic season (Jeans as proper office attire for 2 weeks straight) and things that could use improvement (Assignments received at 4:30pm that must be complete by close of business... on a Saturday). Yet, my 7th grade antennae, finely honed at the moment, sense the potential for this to turn into a Slam Book session. In theory, it is a productive means to address inter-office problems, assert best practices and work through future challenges. In practice, I'm a bit afraid that I'm going to have to console someone in the bathroom to rejoin Life in the office.
Honest Monday was set to happen today- it is Monday after all- and I was to miss it, thankfully, due to a meeting in the Middle of Nowhere with my health care partner in crime. Upon returning to the office, however, I discovered that Honest Monday was postponed so that all could be present for the 'honesty'.
Bring on Honest Thursday and my perpetuated, 7th grade anxiety.
2 comments:
Honesty on Monday could lead to firing on Friday.
Honestly !!
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