You want morale? I got your morale right here...

With half of the potential attendees of the weekly, Friday Plant Manager's meeting out on PTO for various reasons, the Big Guy posed this question to those who were available, and thus, required to attend:  "There will be no production meeting tomorrow.  You folks still want to come in and have breakfast? 
 
This is the chance to avoid hearing an Indian voice telling me to get up  (Gag gift alarm clock, long story) an hour and a half earlier than normal.  A somewhat dreaded event every Friday.  We are all facing a normal workday, rather than an eleven hour day, at this point, with an answer in the negative.  All others were wrestling with a variant of my original thought. 
 
Roll Call 
 
Answers all came as follows "yep", "yep", "yeah", "sure(me)", "I'm in", "sure, why not?", "of course".  All these people, working closely with each other for the better part of their waking lives agreed to come on in, have breakfast, and shoot the breeze rather than get a few more winks in on a Friday morning.  It was politics.  It was the social scene.  It was the media.  It was Britney Spears' impending marriage and Ashley Kate's problem keeping her lunch down.  It was John Kerry shooting a wounded VC and writing himself up for a Silver Star with a Combat V for doing it.  It was eggs and hash browns and biscuits and breakfast meats.  On any Friday this happens, with an agenda to follow.  This Friday there was no agenda, just breakfast, but it happened anyway.  I love my job.