Here’s a tale about a U.S. company’s tone-deaf effort to boost employee moral earlier this year as the pandemic was (allegedly) waning.
My corporate monster of an employer went WFH during the pandemic and made a bunch of hires across the country for all departments, thus making it nearly impossible to force us to return to office spaces that already had been leased through the next few years.
But man, company leadership thought WFH meant the comradery was just lacking! So what bright idea will solve this conundrum? DIP DAY you plebs!!
For a month straight I got Dip Day emails from Mary the office manager trying to cull us into the office one fine Wednesday and bring along homemade dips that we can all share. So many emails asking us to “rsvp” with our respective dips.
Not sure about you, but the idea of crowding into the conference room while we all stand around a table breathing over and sticking our hands into various appetizers with unknown ingredients, as well as big bags/bowls of communal chips, is asking for the shits at best and a Covid cluster outbreak at worst.
I’m not sure if this is more or less offensive than office pizza parties (I never understood those, I’d rather order my own pizza and eat it alone at home than with my coworkers). I mean, at least the office pays for those. My badass homemade guacamole isn’t getting subsidized. Avocados are expensive.