December 17th, 2003
|12:31 pm - Headbeating will commence after 2:00 PM.|
Okay, first of all, I'd like to make this perfectly clear: Although I will never be able to adequately justify it to anybody else, this guy is my hero. And then some.
Second: What the hell is wrong with people?
Remember all that United Way stuff I was doing a couple of months ago? Well today is the last of it for 2003. Today we're having our big congratulatory pizza party for those who participated. I'm more or less uninvolved, except that sent out the e-mails informing everyone of said pizza party, and I get to participate (read: chow down).
Everybody who contributed anything to our campaign this year is eligible for pizza. That doesn't just mean those who signed up for a weekly payroll deduction -- it also includes everyone who paid a dollar to dress casually, everyone who participated in our buildingwide food day (I still hate that phrase) -- in short, everybody (or nearly everybody) who works here. We've coordinated pizza deliveries for second and third shifts, too. Everybody should have a shot at pizza if they want it.
They should, but they might not get it. See, there's this unspoken limit of two pieces per person. I was asked not to mention it in the e-mails, and we're not putting up a sign in front of the pizza, they just decided to plan for two pieces per person. Now, granted that out of 200 people here today, everybody's not going to come down for pizza, but people are coming back to their desks with eight (count 'em -- eight) pieces, and that's a little much. Perhaps the two-piece-per-person limit is unrealistically restrictive. That doesn't excuse the two
parapalegic monkey fu-- ah, gentlemen who almost made it upstairs planning to consume one entire pizza each. Perhaps when you're buying for yourself, this is reasonable. Most people realize that when you have to share, it's not. I'm not even going to get started on the guy who spent the entire month of October complaining that he shouldn't get e-mails about United Way if he's not planning to give, and just went downstairs for his third trip. If we run out of food, it's not my problem.
Then there was the guy who came back to inform his department that it's not worth their time to go downstairs because there are four pizzas -- all Canadian bacon -- and no soda. Guess what? You were in front of me in line, buddy. There were at least 30 assorted pizzas, and there's soda available for whomever wants it. I should know. In addition to setting the damned stuff out beforehand, I poured myself a cup of Pepsi when I went downstairs for my lunch.
Oh, well. Whatever. There's not much I can do at this point, other than beat my head on my desk. I can't even do that for awhile, since I need to get some important work done by 2:00. In the meantime, this is friggin' cool (even if nobody knows what it means):
Which character from The King in Yellow are you?
"Have you found the Yellow Sign? Have you found the Yellow Sign? Have you found the Yellow Sign?"
Current Mood: irate
Current Music: Smash and Alc'ole -- My Dick in Her Mouth
Who WHo WHO WHO WHO WHO!!!! :D
...are you impersonating an owl? Or...what?
So who were these mystery pizza gorgers? I noticed a couple of quite high plates.... AND something I soooooooo didn't want to see.... not sure if he was from paytrust or cust serv, but getting a bottle of pop out of the machine and his pants here half way down his ass (a half moon)... sooooo not pretty.... Mind you, this normally wouldn't have bothered me, but come on... not while I am eating.... ick...
|Date:||December 17th, 2003 01:55 pm (UTC)|| |
Yeah, I knew what you meant, I just didn't want to name anybody specifically. Doesn't matter -- I don't know their names anyway. However: The two people who tried to take boxes of pizza were from Customer Service, the "four pizzas and no soda" guy and the eight pieces guy were from Paytrust, and the fellow who bitched for a month about receiving United Way e-mails works in Risk. Actually, I do know his name, and apparently his coworkers think he's even more of an ass than I do.
You get to have a party for your United Way goodness. You know what I got? I got a letter that had my name inserted into the appropriate section of the letter where names go. It is the most non-specific letter I have ever had. "Thank you for donating to the areas you chose to devote to. If they were for specific areas, we are sure the money got there. Thanks and donate more."
Ass. No pizzas, no nothing. Yet the fuzzy feeling in my heart is all that is important. I'm so glad I got shag for my pacemaker. It makes all the difference.
No, you know why we got a pizza party? Because I'm half of the Big United Way Guy at the company I work for (oddly, the other half of the Guy is a girl), and we pestered our site manager for a pizza party as appreciation for all the donations our coworkers gave.
Also, I'm trying to economize on lunches, and a free lunch is a good lunch, as I always say.
Actually, I never say that. Come to think of it, I don't even agree with it. But I'm going to start saying it.
|Date:||December 17th, 2003 11:04 pm (UTC)|| |
I've found it
|Date:||December 18th, 2003 06:26 am (UTC)|| |
Re: I've found it
Hey, that's pretty neat. What did you think? Incidentally, the character descriptions from the quiz are taken from the excellent play by Thomas Ryng, which is available from Armitage House.