Playing Pool

One of the guys at work, Ben, and his wife just had a baby a couple months ago. He is leaving for three months to be a stay at home dad. Last fall he won a pool party at Jillian's, so he invited the whole office out last night to go play pool.


Only six people eventually showed up, but that was OK because we made our own fun. Irene, a 60-something woman who has worked in the office as long as I have is a fun person to invite to something like that. She gets everyone laughing, and it's OK if they're laughing at her. She would miss the cue ball, or send it off at impossible angles, uselessly rolling against the rail without hitting anything. We tried to give her tips, and she would try, but it was still pretty funny.

On the way to the party, I was riding in Ben's car with Irene, and all of a sudden Ben asked me, "Are you self conscious about your big feet?"

This is kind of like the old gag of asking "When did you stop beating your wife?"

Irene started laughing and then I threw back, "Why, are you self conscious about your ugly face?" Of course I was just joking, but I was so taken back by his question I just reacted. Meanwhile, this whole exchange sent Irene into gales of laughter for two blocks.

Turns out Ben was just being Ben, asking an innocent question, because something was on his mind. Sure enough, he was thinking about another guy in the office (Bill) who really does have big feet--size 15's-- and who said he was self conscious about it. Well, Bill is about 6'6" or 6'7", so he needs big feet.

In the pool hall, we wound up using two tables, with some people taking turns. We enjoyed making up our own rules, cheating when necessary and generally making a mockery of the whole process. We all seemed to improve as the night wore on, and that was gratifying to see. I even sank three balls in a row at one point.

Who are the people we work with? Is it possible to be friends outside of the office? Possibly, but it's so strange, spending more time with them than you do with your own family. Maybe you need a break from them after a long week in the trenches. There are annoying quirks you will tolerate at work because you have to. You don't necessarily want to deal with all that once you leave the office.

Considering that this week I did performance evaluations on several of the people at the party, it was a little more stressful for me than it might have been at another time of year. I don't know if they cared or not, but I did.