We got a thank-you from the executive staff today - everybody who worked on a particular project. Mandatory lunchtime meeting in the auditorium. The good: free pizza, free jackets and ball caps with the program logo (which I designed). The bad: Mandatory lunchtime meeting in the auditorium. With a frickin' Powerpoint presentaion on the program. With the company president in attendance glad-handing you as they called your name one-by-one to come up in front of everybody and get your jacket. I reeeeeaaaally like to get the fuck out of this windowless cave during lunch, ya know?
No, I don't. You see, my office has four windows. Although I am very, very happy about this thread. It far surpassed my expectation, which were to open it and read about how you did something nice for someone in traffic and they gave you the bird, followed you to work, and raped your in the men's room... :flow2:
Yep. When I worked at Dell we had a few of those. Did they ever watch how much pizza you ate? I swear, I'd eat two pieces and they'd smile and watch as I walked up, got a slice and sat back down, and they did that for everyone! I could almost see little negative dollar signs tick off in their heads as they stood there. J.
Free pizza, free jacket, free ball cap, and you complain. Man, there are some starving scarecrows in Denver that'd give anything for one mouthful of what you got! [/Col. Andy, Eagle Driver]
I'd have loved to skip it. 11:00 my boss said, "well, let's go" to all of us, and that was that. I was hoping it would end before noon and I could still have my 1/2 hour reading in the car. On the way to the auditorium I asked her "What's the charge number for this meeting?" She said "It's your lunch hour." And that, also, was that.
I've had "those" kinds of meetings, too. The one that pissed me off the most was on the first anniversary of 9/11. The station (though I'm guessing it was a corporate mandate ) decided to have a special "ceremony" out front. The general manager made a speech, one of the girls who works there sang. Blah, blah, blah. I was really pushing deadline that day and, unlike most of the "house plants" (as I call them) had actual work to do. Instead, I had to participate in that touchy-feely bullshit.
Forbin, you really need to be a contractor - then you can charge them for making you sit through your lunch, and be fed. Company business, company pays.
Oh fer... another lunchtime meeting scheduled for today on a different project - the one that sucked my life dry for two months starting last holiday season. "Reviewing where we've been and where the project is going." Just give me the fucking art and I'll draw it, stop fucking with my stress relief lunch hour! 28 years and I've never had two lunch meeting in a row. This is evil!
Oh that's just fucked! If it's a mandatory meeting, it's not your lunch--I don't care how much pizza and how many tchochkes they give you.
HA! We all whined enough that we got out of it! Turns out it was just another thank-you lunch, with yet another serving of crappy pizza, but no presents. Another day of greasy pizza I'd be in ther can more than at my desk.
