Friday, January 23, 2009


Today we have that dreaded and anticipated event at work…

The Pot Luck.

In theory, a pot luck lunch sounds like such a fun idea, right? Everyone brings homemade goodies, you all commandeer a conference room and glut yourselves on as much high-calorie Oklahoma food as possible.

Well, that’s the theory.

Instead, it goes a little something more like this:

You walk into the conference room, and discover no one has rounded up plates. Because you’re the assistant, the job falls to you. You spend ten minutes finding plates, napkins, forks and knives and bring them into the conference room. People are already antsy, so they grab the plates from your hands and dig in. When you finally get to the food you discover some sort of dip that looks like liquefied poo, a wilting salad, store-bought rolls, and something unidentifiable in a crock pot. But, to be nice, you take a little bit of each. The cheese muffins you made the night before have already disappeared. You see the chubby CPA across the room has four of them on his plate.

You sit down where you can find a seat, which is wedged between two people in finance or compliance or safety. They proceed to talk about billing or charges or regulations for the next thirty minutes while you pick at the food and try not to fall asleep. You are forced to run out and answer the phone every time it rings, and find yourself spending twenty minutes at your desk tracking down someone on the other side of the building through repeated phone calls. By the time you return to the conference room, everyone has disbanded, the table is littered with trash and there are only three people left to clean up. You feel bad that they’re left to it, so you start to help and are promptly abandoned to do it all yourself.

After an hour and a half, you’ve gotten no break whatsoever, your stomach is gurgling uncomfortably from the mystery meal, and all you have to look forward to is another four hours of work.

No, I can’t say I’m a fan of the pot luck lunch. Give me a good book and a quiet corner any day. Now that’s a break.

Hilarious propaganda photo from here.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Haha, for some reason as you were describing this I can see this at our work. It happens everywhere, unfortunately. And for me being the picky eater that I am? Forget it!