Christmas Politics -or- the Neverending Supply of Sweets

As we all know, the holiday season is filled with cakes, candies, puddings, fruit-pies, hot chocolate and a neverending assortment of other such cavity inducing treats. And, as it were, the workplace is a natural gathering place for these sweets. Contributing to the collective sweet tooth, I brought in a Christmas Stollen, which is a kind of German raisin bread. My reasons, though, are somewhat more complex than simply feeling the festive, holiday spirit flowing through. I have a kind of political motivation as well. Now, I need to pause here to diatribe about office politics. I cannot stand office politics. In fact, I try to avoid these pointless mind games like the plague. But it's not always possible to do so. And, from time to time, I find myself compelled to either participate or risk the stability of my continued employment ... or at least the sustainable enjoyment of my employment.

So this happy Monday I brought a Stollen Cake to tickle the collective sweet tooth of my coworkers and to show my boss that I'm not, as she puts it, 'Cube-i-izing' myself to the detriment of the forecast and my future career. What this means is that she believes I've been hanging out in my cube rather than getting out and socializing. Of course, this was spawned by nothing less than the sinister and cruel act of not saying, "Hello!" consistently each and every morning; "How's your day?" in the afternoons and "Drive safe," as the 5 o'clock hour approacheth.

It makes me envy my cube neighbor, whose boss works in New York and who has no teammates and few stakeholders (people who depend on the reports he creates on a regular basis) in Wilsonville. In fact, he works from home whenever he pleases and when he does decide to come in it is usually around 9:30am, with a 4:00pm departure. I've no doubt that he gets his work done. I attend a monthly meeting in which he makes a 15min. presentation. Looks pretty solid. But the real difference between us is that he gets to do his work without his boss hovering over him or the need to be caught in the dull 8 to 5 day-to-day.

Anyway, this true diatribe has a happy end! I presented the cake to the delight of my boss and coworkers and even managed to snag a couple of slices for my cubeish self. Lol! So, with that, I'll conclude by reciting my old mantra of,

"Whatever..."