Here’s a question for you: why is it that no matter what day of the week it is, whenever you
run into someone in the office you always ask them “so what are you up to this weekend?”
It might not be that exact question of course; if it is a Monday or Tuesday it might be “So
what did you do this weekend?” Are we so bored at work that all we can ever think about is
what we do when we are not at work, maybe we should try to convince management to move to the 5 day weekend schedule instead? The thing is, this has become our default question for any situation in the office, especially in the early morning and those last few tedious hours on Friday afternoon; usually spent day dreaming about weekend activities anddelicious weekend foods.
Has this one ever happened to you (I’m sure it has, as the real question should be who hasn’t it happened to and consider yourself lucky)? You are at work and minding your own business, maybe you’re even just walking through the hallway to get to a meeting and you run into someone whose name you can’t quite remember (Just look for the corporate leash). Then they start with the usual pleasantries and you are now officially obligated to somewhat par-take in their conversation and now you begin to start crying on the inside…
What do you talk to them about (Odds are you’re just looking to move on with the rest of your day and don’t really care to hear their life story about how they alphabetically sorted all their favorite 1980′s video tape commercials over the weekend and found a NIB Amanaman via Ebay!)?
There is really only one thing to do: ask them about the weekend…
Here’s the thing, no matter whom you are talking to, you really don’t even have to listen. You could care less what the creepy guy in accounting did the previous weekend. Your reaction is always the same: polite head nod, maybe a smile and don’t forget the courtesy laugh. You don’t care, yet you ask the question anyway. Why do we do this, we already know what the outcome will be; do we really enjoy partaking in this self perpetuating cycle of hate?
