They wait outside a catered meeting, hovering around the door like moths to a flame. The subtle smell of food slips out from underneath the closed door. As the appointed end time approaches, the jockeying around the door takes on a frenzied pitch as people try to figure out how to get into the room while not running down the exiting participants.
The meeting is over. The door opens. The first person out the door is met by a crazed crowd of food poachers. They throw up their padfolios in a defensive posture, bulldozing their way through the stampeding throng. The chaos in the doorway between the entrants and exitants is tense.
A hew and cry of torment is given when the poachers realize that the much anticipated free meal has been eaten by the intended party. Not a crumb to spare. The hapless meeting attendees have already scurried back to their various desks, safe.
For the moment.
You can't tell me it doesn't exist in your company the professional grazer, that goes from event to event. Uninvited, ever poaching what is not theirs. The really bold ones, actually walk into the meeting helping themselves to food that hasn't included them in the count.
The ever vigilant admin has to watch the food like a hawk for the catered meeting. Making sure that the intended audience received the meal. Catered meals do not come cheap. There are budgets and head counts involved. When people start poaching, they start wreaking havoc on carefully laid plans.
Thus, invoking the wrath of the Admin! And frankly? It can't end well.
The meeting is over. The door opens. The first person out the door is met by a crazed crowd of food poachers. They throw up their padfolios in a defensive posture, bulldozing their way through the stampeding throng. The chaos in the doorway between the entrants and exitants is tense.
A hew and cry of torment is given when the poachers realize that the much anticipated free meal has been eaten by the intended party. Not a crumb to spare. The hapless meeting attendees have already scurried back to their various desks, safe.
For the moment.
You can't tell me it doesn't exist in your company the professional grazer, that goes from event to event. Uninvited, ever poaching what is not theirs. The really bold ones, actually walk into the meeting helping themselves to food that hasn't included them in the count.
The ever vigilant admin has to watch the food like a hawk for the catered meeting. Making sure that the intended audience received the meal. Catered meals do not come cheap. There are budgets and head counts involved. When people start poaching, they start wreaking havoc on carefully laid plans.
Thus, invoking the wrath of the Admin! And frankly? It can't end well.
1 comment:
At least they wait outside the door!
It's amazing how people feel entitled to a free meal. As if the company actually paying them for their time is not enough.
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