December 14, 2006

Tons o' tips.

Yesterday I bought lunch for my employees as an appreciation for all of their hard work. I let them decide where we would get lunch. Of course getting 18 people to agree on anything takes a minor miracle. After much debate, some mediation and finally my drawing a circle in the parking lot and letting two of them fight it out with staffs, they decided on a local Bar-B-Que joint.

When I called the restaurant two weeks ago to order the food, they where very helpful by assisting me place my order. They asked how many people I was feeding, asked me what I wanted. I went with pulled pork, rib tips, coleslaw, potato salad and cornbread muffins. They then helped me determine how much of each I would need. Everything sounded great over the phone.

Yesterday I went and picked it up. After I paid for the food, they brought out a huge bag with three large foil pans. I knew I had too much food, there was no way my team was going to eat all of that. Then the lady told me there was more. I ended up having to have two of their employees help me carry it all out to the truck. I had 10 pounds of tips, 8 pounds of pulled pork, 3 quarts of coleslaw, 3 quarts of potato salad and 24 cornbread muffins. Yea, there was no way they were going to eat all of that.

Out of all the people eating, I was the only guy. 18 women are not going to eat close to a pound of meat each. That would be enough food if I were having 10 guys over for an all day football festÖ maybe. That meant there was a ton of left over food. I offered it to my peers, to my bosses, to my bossís peers, to the secretaries in the front office, security, etc. I still had at least 8 pounds of left over meat, and at least one quart each of coleslaw and potato salad. Since I was the one that ordered it, I got to take it home.

Now as you all may remember, I loves me some good bar-b-que. This, however, is not good bar-b-que. Donít get me wrong, it tasted just fine. Actually the pulled pork was excellent, but this is nothing like the homemade stuff I make or some of those mom and pop rib shacks Iíve visited. The tips were kind of tough and the sauce was a little on the weak side. Now donít get me wrong, that doesnít mean Iím not going to eat it. It just means that Iíve had much better.

For two nights now weíve been eating on bar-b-que pork. They boys are happy, Iím happy; Ktreva really could live with out the new and strange body odors that are emitting from us. Now if youíll excuse me, I need to go hose the sauce off of the keyboard. Typing and shoving rib tips in my mouth at the same time is kind of messy.

Posted by Contagion in Tales from the Work Place at December 14, 2006 06:59 PM | TrackBack

ROFLMAO... I got nothin' else to say.

Posted by: Teresa at December 14, 2006 07:24 PM

MMmmmm.... Bar-B-Que crack....

Posted by: Wes at December 15, 2006 07:15 AM

What? You Bastard! You treated them to food? What if someone didn't like it? You should be sent to sensativity training...

Posted by: Ogre at December 15, 2006 02:07 PM