My supervisor wasn’t in yesterday.
Coworker: Think he’ll be in today?
Me: I don’t think he’d miss two days in a row without telling all of us.
Coworker: Want do you want to bet on it?
Me: Pizza if he doesn’t come in.
Coworker: Ok *plays message of boss not coming in*
I’ve been snookered. I learned a lesson today: Never trust dwarf Vietnamese CAD designers.
Joe’s Pizza on 206 serves mediocre pizza at high prices of around $3.25 a slice for a sixth of a 16″ pie topped with at least 3 meats. Three of us went to lunch today and thinking ourselves sneaky purchased a polymeat pizza while rubbing our hands greedily thinking of the ensuing savings. Instead of a fresh pie at a more reasonable price, we got six reheated slices at a cost of $24.00. Yep, it would have been cheaper to purchase six single slices (19.50) rather than the whole pie. Is there some sort of pizza gestalt such that the whole pie is much more valuable than the pieces? Is this his passive aggressive way of saying “stop eating my food, panda jerk”? Did he see our sneaky handrubbing?
Time to go back to jerky cured in a 40°C environmental chamber. Where else can you get ISO 9000-certified dried beef?
Coworker: Well, how many pizzas should we have for the meeting?
Coworker #2: Normally, 5 feeds the core group.
Coworker: Does that include the guy that transferred from R&D?
Coworker #2: No.
Coworker: Seven it is.
Normally I can confidently crush 3/4 of a pie at work, but somehow the person thought that my appetite would spur further consumption through either imitation or diffused fatness.
The conference room was packed today. Jammed full of at least 40 people. Why? Ladder training. Well, that was the title of the lunch seminar, the power of free pizza such that everyone for one hour is mystefied by the mist-shrouded deathtrap that is the standard ladder. When I walked by the slide was something like “Never let someone borrow your ladder” as if they were loaded weapons or someone one should horde for the coming apocalypse. When I passed again, someone was passionately asking a question. Like they had a ladder question their entire life and now, finally, the confusion could end. But again, the pull of pizza was strong as everyone was glued to the screen as ladder mishaps were played and common ladder safety statistics that had been painstakingly assembled were shown. I think we should see how far people will go for free pizza.
December: Shredder Safety Training
January: Stapler Safety Training
February: Glue Stick Safety Training
March: Chair Safety Training
At a pre-CIT tryout pizza bonanza the restaurant at which we were eating was having a kareoke night. This is normally fine as some Doylestown business folks have fine voices, but due to location, this event was mostly occupied by Semi-Inebriated Italian Ex-Pats and Del Val College Hippies. Â During a particularly dissonant duet I got fed up and peaked by head around the bar and yelled “pitch doesn’t average!” My hope sunk in my chest when the semi-stoned man replied “yeah, I like that song.”
At a pre-CIT tryout pizza bonanza the restaurant at which we were eating was having a kareoke night. This is normally fine as some Doylestown business folks have fine voices, but due to location, this event was mostly occupied by Semi-Inebriated Italian Ex-Pats and Del Val College Hippies. Â During a particularly dissonant duet I got fed up and peaked by head around the bar and yelled “pitch doesn’t average!” My hope sunk in my chest when the semi-stoned man replied “yeah, I like that song.”