The notification comes at 9 am in California, so I started each day with a brief body high from the joy of checking my cards. I took a work trip to San Francisco in late January, and dutifully packed my bingo cards along with my laptop and charger. I always had at least one hit, usually more. It took all of three days for my tiny little Pavlovian brain to offer a surge of dopamine as I gleefully checked my six cards - six! I was rich in possibilities! - for numbers. I was destined to win.Įach day’s bingo number is announced on Slack at noon. So now I had six cards, while all my inferior peers had a measly three. But yes, one of those multitudes is: I love bingo. I’m a deeply complicated multifaceted individual with a myriad of interests and hobbies. Immediately upon hearing this, my coworker Caleb handed me his bingo card and said, “Here, you look like someone who enjoys bingo.”įirst of all, how dare you.

The shocking news: They would call one bingo number per day. Then came the formal announcement that the latest fun new initiative would be a company-wide game of bingo.