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It *was* good pizza, at least.
Apr. 20th, 2012 02:39 amOur story begins at some point after 1pm on Wednesday, with an email from one of the many sub-managers attached to my direct manager. (In the hierarchy, consider my manager to be General Alys; this manager would be one of the other High Vor Ladies.) One of the weekly meetings (the same series that I caused so much ruckus at the other week) had been moved to a lunchtime format. It would therefore need ALL THE PIZZA, and also something else for the gluten-free members of the team.
Notably, the meeting was to begin at 12 noon the following day.
It was suddenly immaterial that I was zombie-marching into the office in the afternoon, because it was already later than the cafe would require for a special order. I hustled in, pausing a few times in my whirlwind of readiness to email inquiries about details, and galloped off to my general-logistics-for-upcoming-event meeting, at which I was once again forbidden from playing with the trebuchets. (I'm probably not allowed to launch things at Facebook, and I'm definitely not allowed to order the cute desktop toy ones for the conference. All projectile toys, in fact, are banned. Also noisemaker toys. The union of the forbidden comes in those little metal concave discs that you bend and set down, and then they snap back into their regular shape, propelling themselves in the air. You can get hundreds with your logo on them. They're both noisy and a projectile. Beautiful.) The meeting was productive, despite my wisecracking.
I sourced pizza delivery online, and located a likely place. Some back and forth later, we'd found a cheaper place (but through the same get-yer-delivery-here web portal), the manager in question had picked out some things, and Lady Alys popped up with her corporate card. She charged me to use it wisely and well, and return it to her the next day. (It was end-of-shift by that time.)
I looked at the plan as it was, and decided that a few factors just would not do. Instead of a noon delivery time, I went for 11:45; I also booked the meeting room for 15 minutes before, with the plan of meeting the deliverator at the door, escorting the deliverator to the meeting room, allowing for setup, and having the lunch ready to go at the time the team arrived. I placed the order online, specifying in the order notes that the deliverator should come around to the building with the meeting, entering the credit card information online, then securely locking the card into a drawer. All was in readiness.
( Ahahaha. )
Notably, the meeting was to begin at 12 noon the following day.
It was suddenly immaterial that I was zombie-marching into the office in the afternoon, because it was already later than the cafe would require for a special order. I hustled in, pausing a few times in my whirlwind of readiness to email inquiries about details, and galloped off to my general-logistics-for-upcoming-event meeting, at which I was once again forbidden from playing with the trebuchets. (I'm probably not allowed to launch things at Facebook, and I'm definitely not allowed to order the cute desktop toy ones for the conference. All projectile toys, in fact, are banned. Also noisemaker toys. The union of the forbidden comes in those little metal concave discs that you bend and set down, and then they snap back into their regular shape, propelling themselves in the air. You can get hundreds with your logo on them. They're both noisy and a projectile. Beautiful.) The meeting was productive, despite my wisecracking.
I sourced pizza delivery online, and located a likely place. Some back and forth later, we'd found a cheaper place (but through the same get-yer-delivery-here web portal), the manager in question had picked out some things, and Lady Alys popped up with her corporate card. She charged me to use it wisely and well, and return it to her the next day. (It was end-of-shift by that time.)
I looked at the plan as it was, and decided that a few factors just would not do. Instead of a noon delivery time, I went for 11:45; I also booked the meeting room for 15 minutes before, with the plan of meeting the deliverator at the door, escorting the deliverator to the meeting room, allowing for setup, and having the lunch ready to go at the time the team arrived. I placed the order online, specifying in the order notes that the deliverator should come around to the building with the meeting, entering the credit card information online, then securely locking the card into a drawer. All was in readiness.
( Ahahaha. )
