In an attempt to build team (insert whatever pc word for pretending to like your coworkers), management decided to have a “hot dog” picnic of sorts. I say “of sorts” because that’s all that is being served and it’s inside. There is no picnic basket, picnic table, picnic blanket, or BOOZE! Also, it’s being held at 10 am.
I am one of four women on these 2 teams. Women, as a rule, should not be forced to eat a hot dog around 30 men at work.
As a woman, and usually considered the team mom… I try to be diversified when planning a potluck or picnic. Unfortunately, for once (although I’m tired of always coordinating), I was not the one planning/coordinating/executing said wiener festivities. Leave it to a bunch of IT Geek Men to have tunnel vision when it comes to food. There are no sides (unless you count 2 bags of chips and a bag of pretzels). One of the girls was nice enough to bring Blueberry Cake (don’t ask me, I have no idea, haven’t tasted it yet). Other than that… oh wait, there’s nothing other than that.
So glad I brought leftover spaghetti.