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The Divine Picnic.
I was downstairs at the Bass Pro corporate cafeteria last Thursday getting some lunch and was conversing with Aaron, who is the dude in charge of the cafe.Aaron wanted to know if I was going to the company picnic this weekend. I told him, "no". My obvious reasons were that I didn't really know many people socially who worked at Bass Pro, I didn't have kids, and I hadn't even thought about a way to get out to the picnic. Which like in years past has been held out East of town near Strafford, Mo.
Having done a few picnics for Clary's I half-jokingly ask if they needed any help with the picnic. Aaron said yes he did and I volunteered my skills. From there things went weird. First there was the barrage of phone calls/e-mails from Bass Pro HR to Tracker HR about who was going to pay for my time out there. I am salaried, so to me it really didn't matter. My main concern in that area is who would be responsible if I fell face first into a hot grill due to heat stroke, Bass Pro, or Tracker? Once the job stuff was taken care of, then came the fun stuff.
People started asking from both ends how I would be getting out to the picnic. At Clary's and other places, I would meet at a central location and ride out to the event usually with the food. I guess it worked differently at Bass Pro. They all wanted to know if I had a ride out to Strafford. I of course did not, and seeing how I wasn't going to be making a whole lot of money. I wasn't going to pay a cab to drive me all the way out there.
In the end we all decided that me working the Bass Pro picnic wasn't going to happen since I didn't have reliable transportation. Oh well, I thought it might of been fun to once again work in the food service industry. Even if it was a picnic out in the middle of a field. Which from past experience is not the optimum "gig", but hey, it's the challenges that make it fun.
So anyways, I spent Sunday in my cozy apartment watching T.V. and went out long enough to do my laundry. Meanwhile it rained all day in the Ozarks. In fact it rained 2.13 inches in Springfield. So it will be interesting to see how things went at the picnic.
I guess God didn't want me to carry hotel pans of picnic food in the rain on a Sunday.
Monday, September 18, 2006
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