As luck would have it, this rainy Friday was the day we’d set aside for an office barbecue.
The second I arrived at work, I was bombarded with questions as to whether the grilling would proceed as scheduled. The Facilities Department had even called and emailed me to see if I still needed the special grill I’d requested for today.
What the hell, people?
If we’ve planned a barbecue, we’re having a barbecue! Because, you know, nothing does wonders for office morale like canceling the feeding frenzy everyone’s been looking forward to all week simply because the chefs are afraid to get wet.
I ain’t no witch. The rain ain’t gonna melt me!
I just need a hat and a jacket, and I’ll be fine. As long as the flames are high and the food…
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