Office Pizza Parties

I remember when I was in grade school and we would have competitions for fundraisers. Whoever raised the most money got a pizza party! I didn't really care much for fundraisers as a kid, or for pizza parties. I never got to pick what was on my pizza. And plus, every other Friday, Gramma would make us homemade pizza, which was (and still is) better than any other pizza in the world. The rest of the week, there was no shortage of pizza in my parents house, either. My dad worked for Domino's for a while, and both my older sister and myself had jobs as teenagers at pizza places.

I still have my Gramma (which I am incredibly thankful for), but now that I am an adult and have to pay for my own food, I relish the opportunity to get free meals. Especially free pizza meals.

The competitions for the pizza parties are school were cutthroat. I thought as an adult, in the "real world," people would be a little more mature about their cutthroatedness. Boy, was I wrong!

Case in point: We are doing a canned good drive here at work. We are supposed to build a structure out of cans. Our satelitte office is referred to as the "red-headed stepchild" of the company, and apparently, we always get hosed over when it comes to competitions, so most people have given up when it comes to "being involved." A few of my fellow co-workers decided this was a good cause, though, and that regardless of the outcome, we were still going to give 100% (but we still really wanted free pizza too).

Turns out, this contest is no exception to our red-headed stepchild status. We are being pushed every which way when it comes to rules and how our structure will be judged. I asked the organizer of this event if we would have extra time to send a photo to the main office to they would have time to post it for judging purposes, and I was told "it only takes a few moments to upload a photo, so you will not have extra time." O RLY?! I HAD NO IDEA! What I meant was, "hey, are you going to actually print out our photos in such a way that people can actually tell what is was that we built so they could make an informed decision on who they were voting for?"

Apparently, the meaning got lost in the e-mail. They must have assumed that I was trying to pull one over on them. Oh, those red-headed stepchildren. You have to be EXTRA hard on them, you know. (by the way, I have no qualms against red-headed people, stepchildren, etc)

Needless to say, we will not be getting a pizza party. 300 cans of food will still be donated to the local food bank. That's pretty awesome. I would make homemade pizza for the local food bank, but I think that's against some sort of health codes.

I just got a great idea though... Pizza is fairly cheap to produce... Why don't we start a pizza kitchen (like a soup kitchen, duh)? How freaking awesome would that be?!