Just one more for the weekend. April 22
From the mouths of work-related alcoholics.
Now this person isn’t particularly an alcoholic, but I sometimes sure think they are. There’s one thing that’s just having a good time and there’s another with a need for booze in order to have a good time.
Case in point. The work Christmas party. It was held at a fancy-shmancy golf & country club type place that was way up there on the “ooh that’s fancy” list of places. I know this because my friend who I invited as my second half, told his parents the locale and was told “Wow, that place is good. Someone had their wedding reception there” where the “someone” was a person who is always showing off the amount of money they have by picking the most outrageously and ridiculously overpriced places for all of their endevours.
And our company was holding drink tickets for those who wanted to drink alcohol.
And while I admit that the whole idea of drink tickets were somewhat annoying when it came to the fact that we had been given a grand total of one drink ticket each and every time we wanted more we had to ask and were again given one every time, there’s a certain method to their madness. I’m sure it was in the company’s best interest to not have an open bar considering we were way out in the boonies and it was quite obvious everyone was driving home at the end of the night. I mean, I would have preferred if we were at least in the beginning given two or three each then started monitoring from there (Especially since dinner actually took somewhere in the neighbourhood of like…. 3 hours to complete AT LEAST.) but there was a reason for it.
But this person did nothing but complain about it. Saying how the company was cheap this, and was cheap that. And yes I agree I felt silly asking, but they don’t want us driving home drunk. It’s a party. They needed to watch out for us who may or may not be watching out for ourselves.
Case in point. The company food drive competition. This was something the “social committee” brought up we should do something to help “our community” (the city we live in) and we thought a food drive would be a nice easy idea. And I had thought up the brilliant plan that we should do it like a little competition, to see who, the warehouse staff or the office staff, could raise the most food donations, and the “winners” would receive a prize of some sort. And seeing as how lots of us are into work really early in the morning, at the time I suggested maybe morning coffee and donuts would be a nice little prize. Of course we’re all talking about the meeting in the lunch/break room. And I had mentioned this saying “Yea we were thinking maybe lunch, or maybe coffee and donuts for the winner of who raises the most food.”
And wouldn’t you know it. She butts in with “How are they so cheap? How about some nice wine or something for the winning group??” Wine? To celebrate raising food for the needy? I saw three flaws in this suggestion the moment it was uttered from the respondent’s lips. First of all, why would we be celebrating with wine AT WORK when we should be clear-headed, sober, and WORKING? Second, there’s a good 20+ people working in the office, and equally if not a few more who work in the warehouse. You expect the company to foot the bill for wine for 20-30 people for raising food for a food drive? Thirdly, WINE?!? for a Food Drive?!? Does that make sense to ANYONE?!?? I mean, we ended up going for pizza lunches and coffee & donuts (and for simplicity’s sake, we’re actually JUST doing pizza lunches, heh) But that’s something more people can share in. People can eat pizza unless they’re allergic or not into eating cheese or bread. But perhaps there’s a contingent of people who don’t drink. I don’t know, I just found that to be a pretty stupid suggestion.
Case in point. The pending company BBQ’s. Now last year there were a few BBQs that were held. And rumours were being passed around that there may or may not have been beer supplied at these events. From what I gathered, at the first BBQ the company did supply a case or two of beer which everyone shared and rejoiced in to one extent or another. Then for the second BBQ the beer was purchased by the warehouse staff and brought in, independent of the non-supply of beer by the company.
Well while discussing the events of what will happen this summer for the company BBQ’s, it was mentioned that last year there may have been beer supplied to the company, but for this year it is a very likely situation that beer will not be supplied.
And the little miss decided to go off, once again. “How can the company be so cheap?” was one comment, along with “It’s not like I can’t afford my own beer. I don’t have to stick around work to get plastered” as well as the comment of “I value my drivers license more than a few beers, I won’t be stupid.” Which I keep thinking remind me of lots of arguments alcoholics have on a regular basis. “Oh I’m not as think as you drunk I am!”
Well, it’s very good that you don’t need to stick around work to get plastered, and you can afford your own beer to get plastered at the comfort of your own home, and you value your drivers license more than a few beers that may be offered at a company picnic. Fact of the matter is, at the first BBQ, there were people who drank, and probably drank slightly more than they should have, and then drove home. And while everyone was safe, if someone should have gotten into any sort of accident, and cops find that they had been drinking, and been drinking at a work-sanctioned event, and been allowed to drive home after having alcohol… the company is liable. And besides, they’re already supplying burgers, hotdogs, steaks, chicken bits, buns, condiments, soft drinks… is it so horrible to not have alcohol at this event? Or at any event?
I’m convinced this person is a closet-high-functioning alcoholic. Because everything, with regards to every event, seemingly must have alcohol, and large quantities of alcohol, if she is to enjoy herself, and the lack of alcohol would equal the lack of being able to enjoy oneself at an event. Crazy thoughts.
Wow, when I rant, I sure do rant.
