Recess

I have figured out what is wrong with the world today. As adults, we never get to have recess.

Oh, sure, we surf the net from time to time or hang around the water cooler/coffee machine/foosball table/stripper pole to talk about the latest news/tv show/inane blog/strippers, but these are at best furtive measures, as we all know we should really be working.

Hence, recess, which is defined as a ‘temporary withdrawal or cessation from the usual work or activity.’ Or, to put it more succinctly, a time to play 4-Square and Tetherball.

Note: I was the Tetherball king of my school. I was, frankly, Olympic material.

Think about it, what’s the real difference between school and work? You’re there against your will, your supervisor forgets your name, you don’t understand what’s going on, and the people around you frequently pick their noses and eat paste.

If you needed recess in school, you need it twice as much during work.

Therefore, I think the government should mandate two, 20-minute recesses a day, where you have to go outside (or at least leave the cubicle) and play for a while. You can play 4-Square, Tetherball, Touch-Football, Kickball, Craps, or even a rousing game of Tag.

Note: Some schools have banned Tag as being exclusionary and overly aggressive. I would suggest that life is exclusionary and overly aggressive.

The only rule would be that you have to play. You can’t work, you can’t talk about work, nor can you talk on your cell-phone, check your mail, or hide a body. You just have to play.

Then, when the bell rings, you can go back to your cubicle, perhaps slightly winded, and relish the fact that you just kicked ass at Tetherball.

Cheers,
-Jason