I intern for the summer at a firm with offices and a warehouse. There was a company picnic today for lunch. We were all surprised there was a dunk tank set up outside the building. No one had said anything about it.
The CEO said the employees had the opportunity to dunk the higher-ups. Then he got up in the tank, suit, shirt and tie, shoes and all. Of course, the employees loved it. Several lined up to throw balls. He was dunked by the third pitcher. I couldn’t believe I saw him in the front window of the tank, underwater and so well dressed. Another executive went up on the seat, also dressed in his suit. He was dunked, too.
No women volunteered to get into the tank, there were very few women working at the company anyway. But several of the other men in the office lined up to go up on the seat, all dressed in shirt and tie and nice pants. I couldn’t believe these guys were doing this. Why not wear tee-shirts and shorts, just for the picnic?
Every shirt and tie fell into the water. Many of the guys weren’t wearing tee-shirts underneath, so they came out of the tank with nipples and chest hair in view. Didn’t they think this would happen? I got all hot and bothered, especially by this bodybuilder whose shirt became shrink-wrapped to his chest. As a bodybuilder, he probably gave it no thought. But those nipples, man oh man.
Then they asked for volunteers. Several from the warehouse, not dressed for success, got up on the seat and went into the water. Some more well-dressed men from the office, too. None of these guys brought a change in clothes, how would they know to?
I was talking to a client on my cell phone when I saw some fingers pointing at me. I rightfully concluded I was being volunteered. But, I was wearing a freshly starched white shirt, dress pants and a tie. Did they really expect me to get up there?
The CEO, still dripping, looked at me, smiling widely, and tapped the ladder. There was plenty of agreement, evidenced by yells and clapping. I bowed to the pressure and boarded the seat. The fourth pitch sent me into the water. One moment I was enjoying the warm sun, the next cool water was pressing my clothes to my body. I saw my tie dance before my eyes.
I acted like it was no big deal when I got out of the tank, but I was self-conscious about my chest showing through my shirt. Luckily, the sun was warm, and my clothes were dry within a couple of hours. Still, is this anywhere typical of an intern story, (aside from Monica Lewinsky’s?) Have any of you been put on the spot at work like this? Was this an investment in my future career, being a team player? Would you have done the same?