Came to
work today, went to a 3 hour
meeting, walked out and a coworker grabbed me for lunch -- he wouldn't tell me where we were going. Next thing I know, I'm walking into a
Chucky Cheese's where 20 of my coworkers are yelling "
Happy Birthday." I didn't even know these places still
existed.
They had rented the birthday room, full of
balloons,
pizza,
cake, and a
big dancing mouse with clothes on. With the package came hundreds of
tokens for the
arcade. Wow. A scary
vision to see a room full of
programmers challenging each other to beat the game.
We ended up with 4110 tickets. It was very
sad to be standing in line next to these little
kids who had worked so hard for their 10 or 12 tickets ...
'Who were these
grown-ups and why were they playing with our games?'
3 hours later, I came back to work with my brand new
disco ball for my desk.
Not a bad day of work at all. Not a bad birthday, either.