It was that time of year again - another Open Box birthday goes by, another AGM week sees management hogging the boardrooms and being generally unavailable while scheming and plotting for the year ahead, and then it all comes to a head on the grand evening at the end of AGM week, with the AGM trifecta: feedback, fines, and food.
The AGM feedback itself involved another stirring and informative oration by the commanders-in-chief, Malcolm (looking deadly in his tux with fake martini in hand) and Richard (just looking dead with his newly-aquired head injury). A new addition to this year’s analysis of forward coverage and backward musings was a formalisation of the “Open Box Way”. It was high time for us to put forth our manifesto for what it means to really be Open Box, in slightly more detail than ‘work hard, play hard’. I think the full “Way” deserves a separate post, but in short it may be expressed as follows: Open Box, like Soylent Green, is people.
Directly following the AGM feedback, Mike L (with the assistance of Craig D) took over administration of the biannual fines. Highlights included the CTO being fined for succumbing to a phishing attempt, the infrastructure manager being fined for shift-deleting his inbox, various awards for baring chests inappropriately, falling asleep in inappropriate places, not fitting into the shower, being noobs, being legends, running into walls, throwing cats over walls (yes, Hannes, video evidence does prove something), and demonstrating the best Blue Steel. Then barman Steve flipped it around and handed out fines to the Fine Master himself, as was only appropriate.
Having ensured that a number of personnel were suitably pre-heated for the evening, it was off to local restaurant “Tarragon” to celebrate in true Open Box style. There was much eating, drinking and being merry, as well as several people ensuring that they wouldn’t be passed over at the next round of fines. Richard made a valiant attempt at a speech, Craig D made an even more valiant attempt at answering support emails on his BlackBerry, Malcolm’s wife Amanda arranged for a number of young lads to make well-photographed, career-limiting moves (all part of a larger plot, I’m sure), and the restaurant staff and the other patrons were remarkably patient with us. A fantastic time was had by all, for which we certainly have the Open Box admin team to thank… and a number of people ended up at Tiger later that evening, for which they certainly only have themselves to blame.
A new year at Open Box dawns, albeit with a mild hangover, and we have much to look forward to. Christmas, for example, is practically around the corner…