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flea - Jan 16, 2008 6:15:15 am PST #2591 of 10001
information libertarian

x-posted from Natter, 'cause this is really a bitches sorta question:

Hivemind, how do we feel about at-work baby-shower games? I made a very silly quiz for my coworker who loves (like, loooooves) Barack Obama last spring and it went over well. Now I am being encouraged to do some activity for today's shower. All I can think of is a simple "name that baby" thing where I give out slips and pencils and ask people to make (anonymous, and I hope funny) suggestions. Too lame?

One of the things I like least about my job is that by virtue of being the admin assistant, I am the de facto social director for my department, a position for which I am SO TOTALLY UNSUITED.


Nora Deirdre - Jan 16, 2008 6:25:27 am PST #2592 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

You're working with a recruiter, Nora? Then I'd definitely send the note you drafted above.

It's not a recruiter, it's the HR director for my School within my Uni.


Daisy Jane - Jan 16, 2008 6:25:55 am PST #2593 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I set it all up the night before, then in the morning I just put the sweetener in the pot and flip the switch (seriously, how is it I never thought of putting the sugar in the coffeepot before my dad mentioned it? Genius!).

I tend to not plan when I'm going to bed, I just end up finally laying down and passing out (usually far later than I should). Making the coffee before sounds like planning.


Daisy Jane - Jan 16, 2008 6:28:19 am PST #2594 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Just got word. Friday at 4:30 it is.


brenda m - Jan 16, 2008 6:43:54 am PST #2595 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

It's not a recruiter, it's the HR director for my School within my Uni.

Ah. Well, I still think it's a good idea to get it on the table sooner rather than later.


Nora Deirdre - Jan 16, 2008 6:46:26 am PST #2596 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

That's my thought too, brenda. Just want to put it out there with a fairly soft touch.


Stephanie - Jan 16, 2008 6:46:52 am PST #2597 of 10001
Trust my rage

sorry flea, but knowing what I know of you, I find this

I am the de facto social director for my department

very funny.

I hate most baby shower games, but this site [link] has some that might be okay. There was one about baby IQ (i.e. did you know that....) and another one about "Have you ever...." Their "have you ever" was not baby related, but you could make it like Kat's mommy merit badges?


Vortex - Jan 16, 2008 6:51:14 am PST #2598 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

When I did BFF's shower, I refused to do games. I called it brunch with presents. The one "baby" thing I did was to have a blank book where I asked all of the moms to write down some advice, and the non moms could write something they'd heard, or a funny story or words of encouragement.


Nora Deirdre - Jan 16, 2008 6:52:21 am PST #2599 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Too much of a soft touch? Obnoxious?

Also, based on our discussion, I think I’d feel more comfortable thinking about the higher end of the range I mentioned yesterday afternoon.


Stephanie - Jan 16, 2008 6:52:55 am PST #2600 of 10001
Trust my rage

I'm sure I've shared this here before but the WORST GAME EVER at a baby shower was called "Guess what baby ate" or something like that. Melted candy bars in little diapers. People were actually sniffing the diapers to deterine what candy bars were in there. I was pregnant at the time and had to sit that one out as the mere image of people sniffing diapers and melted chocolate "poo" made me gag.