I've been in management for eighteen months, give or take, but nothing has driven home (to me) my status as the boss as much as sitting in the dunk tank at the company picnic, watching wild-eyed employees heave softballs at the target that would put me in the drink.
It's just something I would never have done if I didn't feel like it was the right thing to do. It wasn't fun. There's the unpleasant expecation of the dunk with each thrown ball, then the always physically jarring dunk itself, and the shockingly cold water. The dunk tank machinery was broken, too, so the damn thing dumped me even when a thrower missed the target. Sometimes it dunked me even though no ball had been thrown. Irritating.
Although not an experience I enjoyed, I'm glad I did it.
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Andrew, when one is in the dunk tank, one hurls insults at one's would-be tormentors. One affects an air of Don Rickles, not Schleprock or Eeyore or whoever it is that you're channeling in this photo. It breaks my heart to see you so abused and not making people pay a psychic toll for dunking you!
NO bonuses this year! No holiday parties! Pay cuts all-round and higher insurance co-pays. I'm gonna come out there and give those people a piece of my mind!
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