Give me strength...
In less than one hour I have to endure a pizza lunch put on by Mean Jean. I swear she must have read my rant about the company doing nothing for the employees at Christmas over at the Round place.
Yesterday she came around and asked everyone if they liked pizza and said that they were going to order pizza today. I have a conundrum. Should I just be grateful that I'm getting a free lunch or is it okay for me to say that I'd rather eat raw snails/slugs with the Weavers and Judd, man than to have to sit with Mean Jean and listen to the boss man stutter and stammer through a speech.
posted by lights | 11:02 a.m.
14 Comments:
Grin and bear it. It's free pizza :-)
Yeah, I'd just buy some transparent earplugs and enjoy the pizza.
Maybe spit on her paper plate while you're handing around the food? If you're not afraid of karmic reprisal, that is.
I'm going, but I'd still rather have a sandwich in my office in front of my computer.
One of the guys in the back has promised to save me a seat beside him so that I don't have to sit anywhere near Mean Jean.
In past years when we've had these little lunches it's always uncomfortable for everyone. The guys, who normally act like guys and tell crude jokes and swear, have to behave themselves because Jean is there. So then nobody knows what to talk about and we all sit there being uncomfortable.
Pizzas here. Wish me luck!
Save me a piece!
If there had been a piece left over, I most certainly would have saved it for you, Nookie. Nine hungry men and three women made three medium pizzas disappear pretty quickly.
It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. No speeches, I had a safe seat far away from Jean and I managed to play nice when I spoke to her. She also had a tray of meat, cheese, crackers and some pink tortilla chips that came in a gift basket from one of our vendors.
I almost shit when I saw a plate of shrimp! Holy Smokes! I made sure that I had my share of them. There were even some left over and I am thinking about taking a little stroll out to the shop later to see if I can scoop another one.
I'm trying really hard to call a truce with Jean. It's difficult to make nice with her. It feels so hypocritical but it sure makes my life a lot easier when she's not staying awake at night plotting what she can do next to make me cry.
Sit behind Mean Jean and mock her through the entire lunch.
Grin and bear it.
Besides, who's to say you won't get an important phone call right smack in the middle that just can't wait? *grin*
Damn! I missed the pizza! Glad it wasn't the torture you thought it would be!
Only 3 pizzas? Scrooges!
*smooch*
I'm glad you survived the Pizza Lunch Ordeal, Lights. A shrimp platter too? Methinks Jean has had an epiphany. Or was that from a gift basket that slipped by you!
mmm...shrimp. I love a big juicy shrimp. So much better than icky snails!
Oh, for heck. *whacks Zombs*
Glad it went okay, Lights, although three medium pizzas seems kind of chintzy to me too.
Next time you should have Mean Jean call me to order the pizzas. 12 people calls for at least 3 Extra Larges.
Sometimes it really is just best to suck it up. I had to endure the same thing last summer when our company went to the same restaurant for the 20000000000000000000000th time. That's when I started my goofy hat-wearing tradition.
I still need to post a pirate hat picture for Augie.
I knew that she'd be chintzy on the pizzas. We were all remembering a couple years ago when our Christmas Dinner consisted of a chicken dinner from the nearby grocery store deli counter. One chicken leg and fries. Get a clue woman! These are hard working men with appetites, they're not your fucking bridge club ladies.
This morning Jean came into my office and showed me a picture of her son and his wife and started telling me all about his professor's remarks about his latest paper. I knew this would happen if I was nice to her. She'd think it was okay to talk to me again. It took me a long time to get to the point that the only words we had to exchange were good morning and now that's all ruined. *grin*
I wanna see the pirate hat!
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