How to Skip Work to Watch the World Cup Without Learning Anything About Soccer
Well, folks, there’s no avoiding it now: We’re in the thick of the World Cup.
For weeks we’ve been seeing the signs — co-workers stumbling back from two-hour lunches that started at 10:15 a.m., their breath heavy with IPA funk, their necks draped with busy scarves that make an appearance only every four years, like jingoistic cicadas.
You may not know some of your co-workers’ last names, but now you know exactly how Danish they are. The World Cup turns people into missionaries for their own 23andMe results.
I used to let the whole thing annoy me, you know, the way that entitled people get annoyed by good things that simply aren’t designed for them.… Seguir leyendo »