Yesterday, we had an "all-hands" meeting at the Kansas City Zoological Gardens, which is a fancy-schmancy name for the zoo. Apparently earlier that morning, someone (presumably not the animals) had stolen the continental breakfast, resulting in a near breakdown for the meeting organizer. Luckily, the goods showed up before I arrived.
After about three mind-numbing hours of PowerPoint presentations, we were allowed outside for more "teambuilding," which is an adult term for recess. After about thirty seconds outside in the 70-degree September air and sunshine, my soul was salved of all corporate BS. I felt like a million dollars. Which brought about the realization that I almost never go outside during the workday. If I do, it's for five seconds on my way to some other silo of recycled air.
Adults need recess! I hadn't realized how much I miss it. Despite the fact that it now takes me 15 minutes to get from my desk to the outside air, I am going to try very hard to take recess at least once a day from now on. Notes next week on whether or not I am just full of my own hot air. Hopefully the other penned animals in the 32nd floor zoo will join me.