Even things that would normally be fun turn into torture as part of a "team-building exercise". Have the exercise be something unpleasant and you are indeed in the land of nightmares.
Boss critter: "Hey team! Let's go do karaoke!" Me: gibber, whimper, hide in cable trough until the last door slams.
On the other hand, the second drop cookie off the cooling rack (I always manage to grab the first one too soon and burn myself) is one of the insufficiently heralded delights of Western civilization. (It's also the only safe way I've discovered to explain the meaning of the word "sensual" to an 8-year old.)
"team-building exercises" are nightmares
Even things that would normally be fun turn into torture as part of a "team-building exercise".
Have the exercise be something unpleasant and you are indeed in the land of nightmares.
Boss critter: "Hey team! Let's go do karaoke!"
Me: gibber, whimper, hide in cable trough until the last door slams.
On the other hand, the second drop cookie off the cooling rack (I always manage to grab the first
one too soon and burn myself) is one of the insufficiently heralded delights of Western civilization.
(It's also the only safe way I've discovered to explain the meaning of the word "sensual" to an
8-year old.)