Walking through the temporary office space today I raised my hand to give a coworker walking past a high-five. I like to give high-fives at work. They're satisfying, you know you're there and have the ability to interact not only with a machine but also with people. Nothing drastic, not too dramatic, just raise your hand to meet mine with a satisfying smacking sound. It's fun; people look at me quizzically and generally smile. You'd be surprised at the different variety of people who have responded positively, even enthusiastically, to the high five.
This coworker (well a recent coworker now elevated to a sort of boss), however, looked at me as if my hand were a mackerel that somehow magically appeared from the ether.
Reading the confused look on this person's face I said, "What's going on? Hello, high five?"
To which I received the following reply: "I know what it was; I didn't think it was appropriate."
We're in a warehouse, sitting in cubicles, in Asstown New Jersey. "Not appropriate?"
Shoot me.
Posted by cs at May 12, 2005 11:37 AMyou have to e-mail me and tell me who this person was. also, i miss your office hallway high fives.
Posted by: seeking irony at May 13, 2005 2:22 PMThere's nothing like an office high-five to boost co-worker morale. I wouldn’t be surprise to learn that the first high-five ever took place in an office. Remind me to high-five you next time I see you.
Posted by: sking at May 17, 2005 8:46 AMNext time, give him/her a "down low, oop, too slow".
Posted by: Dan Zimmerman at May 18, 2005 5:04 PM