Genesia said:
We don't really have any food pushers here, which is nice.
There was a time, though, when a co-worker brought in something called a "Better Than Sex" cake. And she'd made it fat free! All I could think was...if you think that mess is better than sex, you must be having some truly hideous sex.
Anyway...so no problem that she brought a cake to share. It's a nice gesture. But she cut it up and brought a piece to each person's desk - whether they'd asked for it or not! She sat right across from me, so I moved it to a spot where she couldn't see it, covered it with a piece of paper towel...and tossed it after she went home. :falloff: How good was it, did you say? | |
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I couldn't bring myself to eat any of it. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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Genesia said:
I couldn't bring myself to eat any of it. When she asked, you told her that? | |
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I think in my place it's to do with their guilt - they need to justify stuffing themselves with crap they know they shouldn't be eating, and like misery - guilt loves company, and being next to all the goodies, it's only natural that they try to share their guilt with me.
There was a time, though, when a co-worker brought in something called a "Better Than Sex" cake. And she'd made it fat free! All I could think was...if you think that mess is better than sex, you must be having some truly hideous sex. Ugh. Bringing in a home-made cake is bad enough - you know they're going to be insulted if you refuse to try it, but calling it 'better than sex' should result in instant dismissal.
Anyway...so no problem that she brought a cake to share. It's a nice gesture. But she cut it up and brought a piece to each person's desk - whether they'd asked for it or not! She sat right across from me, so I moved it to a spot where she couldn't see it, covered it with a piece of paper towel...and tossed it after she went home.
I really dislike it when people bring in home-made. Fortunately they don't very often, but there are occasions. And I don't see why I should be made to feel that I'm upsetting someone because I wouldn't try their home-made cake, which may well contain their blood, sweat and tears (and who knows what else). For all I know their hygiene standards may include the belief that there is scientific basis for the 5 second rule.
But even if it's just because I'm just not really into that particular type of cake (which is often genuinely the case) they still consider it a major insult if I politely refuse.
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See, that's the thing. I'm not out to hurt anyone's feelings, but there are some things I just won't eat. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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I will eat under just about any conditions.
Folk who quickly volunteer to bring napkins and plastic forks tho...if you are cooking-challenged at least bring some potato salad from the deli cheap ass. [Edited 10/4/10 12:39pm] | |
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Shorty said: geesh! maybe it's cause I'm from a small town... maybe it's cause I've worked at the same company for 13 years.... maybe it's cause we don't have them very often..... but I have none of the issues everyone else seems to have with potlucks.
yall sound like a bunch of fuckin' snobs if ya ask me!
Okay, Angel, just wait until you're offered spinach dip and bite into a "dried raisin". Or, like another friend of mine who was the only one to get "bacon" in his serving of potato salad. | |
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She sounds like a monster. | |
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Nah - she was a very nice, well-meaning person. She just had terrible taste in cakes.
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Yeah me too...cheap asses who show up ready to chow-down. | |
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I hate office potlucks. The forced awkward camaraderie is annoying, even with a bunch of people you like. Seating issues, paper plates, eating outside or in a cramped meeting room...all of it's annoying to me.
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I always call such events "forced merriment."
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Just imagine my office potluck.
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you mean like the time I got "bug" lomein at the local chinese food place? I still eat there. "not a fan" | |
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Shorty said:
you mean like the time I got "bug" lomein at the local chinese food place? I still eat there. what doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger...right? Gross. Right! | |
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Yes. "Gettin the ass" means getting pissed or angry, usually over petty stuff. So, if you brought a dish and begged off eating something, your coworkers would consider that rude? Hell, if you have doubts about their cleanliness or food preparation skills, I'm sure your creative mind could come up with some excuse for not eating or sampling. A good one is medication. "I'm taking some prescribed medication, and I cannot eat anything with fat or sugar or dairy products." That pretty much covers everything! | |
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I'll admit, I'm a lil bit more adventurous because I love to eat. I have participated in potlucks at work, but we didn't have them often, usually one big bash around Christmas time. They weren't bad because most of the folk participating were either African/American or from other coutries like India, Pakistan, Ethiopia, Bangladesh, Jamaica, Trinidad, Ghana, etc.; consequently, these folk could "throw down." For those not familiar with soul speak, that mean's they could cook their asses off. I never got sick once. | |
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Shyra said:
Yes. "Gettin the ass" means getting pissed or angry, usually over petty stuff. So, if you brought a dish and begged off eating something, your coworkers would consider that rude? Hell, if you have doubts about their cleanliness or food preparation skills, I'm sure your creative mind could come up with some excuse for not eating or sampling. A good one is medication. "I'm taking some prescribed medication, and I cannot eat anything with fat or sugar or dairy products." That pretty much covers everything! I hear that one at church all the time. | |
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Nah, can't say I like potlucks anymore
I used to, until one time a co-worker made "pigs in a blanket". And when I picked mine up to eat it, there was a BIG OL' LONG BLONDE HAIR wrapped around it!!!!
Since then, I've been like fuck a potluck!!
Not to mention the dirty heffas that don't wash their hands when they leave the bathroom!!
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Proud fuckin' snob here! I've always hated potlucks of any kind but especially office ones. You couldn't pay me enough to eat anything cooked by most of my co-workers. Luckily we don't have them here but someone is always bringing in some sort of baked goods. I've seen what a slob you are around the office, no way in hell I'm eating something you made!
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i'm bringing chocolate -covered kimchee to the next one | |
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I'm surprised John has not yet taken a shot at you over this line. | |
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Potlucks disgust me. They have them all.the.time in the midwest. Family reunions, after church, school events.
Luckily in NYC, people aren't so into them; however when I worked for the federal gov't our cheap ass museum holiday party was a pot-luck, no alcohol, and after work hours. On top of that the kitchen/break room only had a microwave and fridge so how were people supposed to cook anything decent?
Actually it wouldn't have mattered, no way am I eating things from someone else's home when I don't know how clean your kitchen is, or whether you double dip when taste-testing, wash your hands, or have your cats running around on the counter. Plus I'm a vegetarian, so I can't eat most of the crap anyway. If that makes me a snob then I'm totally fine with that.
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In a crockpot, of course! We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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Genesia, just be glad you did not come to my company's party.
Our head of finance (who did not come, BTW) hired a guy who let us all through an interpretive dance exercise where all employees had to "move in ways reflecting their feelings," or move in random shapes, patterns, gestures, etc. and not in a subtle way, but dramatically from one side of the room to the other. My Legacy
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fucking hell. aren't we grand? i wish merriment came as easy as complaints do for some folks... everyone's a fruit & nut case | |
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