captain_slinky | Laboring on Labor Day

The last command my Supervisor gave me before she left work on Thursday:

I'm out of here and won't be back till Monday. Since it's Labor Day, why don't we put a little something together? A little "Team Building" pot-luck, maybe? I'll put you in charge of that, Brian... get it all set up!

My inner homoness (for lack of a better term) jumped at the opportunity. I love planning parties. I love decorating for parties. I just hate actually GOING to parties. But the planning and execution of getting it all together? Dude, I am SO THERE!

Sent an e-mail to our team saying we were gonna do it, arranged for everybody to bring something or another, and then Management (higher-up management than my Manager) sent out the following e-mail:

For all you fine folks who are working on Labor Day, we have decided that we're buying PIZZA for the WHOLE CALL CENTER! Enjoy!

I figured "Oh good! We're off the hook! No one has to bring in food because The Company is buying us food! Hooray!"

But I was wrong.

Despite conversations with fellow team-mates that left me believing that NO ONE was bringing food in for the Pot Luck today, it seems that EVERYBODY brought in food. And so that left just me, alone, with my not-bringin'-nuthin loser buttox.

So I rushed out and I got a few bags of chips on my lunch. I hate to be The Guy Who Brought Chips, but at least I brought SOMETHING. There are only three people LOWER than The Guy Who Brings Chips:

The Guy Who Brings A 4-Pack (Formerly A Six-Pack) of Wine Coolers
The Guy Who Brings A Cold 20-Piece Box Of Chicken McNuggets
The Guy Who Brings An Open, Stale Half-Box of Breakfast Cereal And Tries To Pass It Off As Chex Mix

...And of course right below all those guys is The Moocher Who Doesn't Bring Nuthin'.