The Elabs Warzone
Elabs has it’s own warzone – we call it the ping pong room.
When you walk past the warzone, and a game is in action, your ears will be filled by screams and shouts, both of agony and in triumph.
If you dare enter the warzone you will witness two Elabs employees in action. The ball moves at the speed of light and spins and twists like a crazy fly waiting for the inevitable outcome: the smash, followed by a cry of triumph and one of agony. This is deadly serious.
The ball lies in the hand, fingers gently squeezing it. The gaze between the two opponents is intense, both passing back and forth, like two wolves baring their fangs and showing of their muscles. Ready to jump at each other at any second. Then the ball is released, wet from perspiration, and in action. Soon another cry of triumph and one of defeat.
The warzone is calm and quiet, the game is over. We have a winner and a loser, returning to their computer for some more pair programming, both knowing that the next game can change everything. The current hierarchy is just temporary among the Elabs wolves.