Quote:
Originally posted by bold_n_brazen
I worked at a firm in Silicon Valley that decided to stop buying milk for the kitchens. This caused near-revolt among the associates.
Take away our bonueses, our step increases, our extravagant retreats to Monterey and Napa, but don't fuck with our liquid dairy supply!
The firm relented. Order was restored.
|
At one of my previous firms, the new office managing partner decided that one of his clients should be used to provide the coffee service. Our caffiene supply went from tolerable to undrinkable swill (except for true addicts).
There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. The real estate partner down the hall sent her secretary on a Starbucks run twice a day. One of the associates brought a Braun coffee pot from home, and set up a bistro in his office.
Finally, a BSD partner from another office had a deal closing in our office. At 9:45 am, my secretary brought him a cup of coffee as he reviewed the closing binder in the Schicklegruber Memorial Conference Room. At 9:47 am, he spat out a mouthful of brown liquid all over the portrait of Mr. Schicklegruber. At 10:01 am, he was drinking a venti Kona blend that I had fetched for him (along with the Wall Street Journal and a Danielle Steel novel "for the boring parts" of the closing), and at 11:47 am, our old coffee service was back in the building.
