So today is my assistant's birthday and I am taking her out to lunch. I told her she could pick anywhere she wanted, and she chose Houstons. Thus I am no doubt getting the spinach and artichoke dip, and the grilled chicken salad.
WFL everyone? Should I push my asst. to drink at this lunch?
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Always a slippery slope when drinking with people who report to you. Especially during work hours.
I have a work lunch at Clyde's of Chevy Chase.
Any ideas?
http://www.clydes.com/main/MenusList.cfm?Restaurant=Clydes_of_Chevy_Chase&submit=Submit
I've just been informed that Bono's having lunch down the street from my office. There is talk of staking it out, but since by "down the street" I mean "The White House" I might want to be sure of my plan before I go ahead.
I don't know what I'm having today. I think just cottage cheese. I've been eating TERRIBLY. I feel like I gained weight on the damn fast.
Oh, and yes - get her to drink.
Jo - get a burger. I love Clyde's burgers.
As a side note, I used to dub porn with the owner's son in Hungary.
"staking out" and "white house" are sure to be two terms that get you on a watchlist.
Wait a minute...
"porn" and "Hungary" are two terms that are likely to get you a green card...to Josephus Land!
Today is the last day for the Eggplant Parmesan. It three days old, now, and on its last legs. Still lookin’ forward to it, though.
I used to work at a Houstons...for about a month and a half. They’re insane. I remember when I quit I walked into the manager’s office and said, “Hey Brian, I quit.” He said, “Do you mind if I ask why?” I said, “Because you’re insane.” and walked out the door. I went back for my final check, which was like $8, and I was a bit of a cult hero to my former co-workers. It was one of my favorite quits.
Ask your server about it, CSR. Get him or her to open up. And then ask to see a manager. And tell him or her that they are insane.
Does your assistant deserve a drink? If so, she should get one.
I mean, the servers had to literally line up before every shift for inspection. They would check to see that we had their specially issued pens and that the creases in our shirts and aprons were sufficiently starched. They would do weird little inspirational recitations and shit. I am not kidding. There could be some variation from restaurant to restaurant, but it seemed to be a corporate management brainwashing/training thing. This was also more than eight years ago, so who knows.
I seem to remember the food all being fairly good. Of course, don’t send anything back—unless you like bodily excretions, but that goes for all restaurants -- back of the house workers are harder to brainwash.
I had a staff conference call thingy and missed the boat on my colleagues invitation to lunch. Looks like i'm on my own. But since the weather is GORGEOUS, that's fine. Its going to be me, my salad, the newspaper, and some sunshine. oh yeah. I once literally bumped into Bono by the Capital. He was talking to that Fred Thompson guy, actor, right-wing senator, you name it...
I took a quick trip down the street, and decided that my chances of a Bono sighting are slim. It was nice to get down to Lafayette park for minute though.
I hate what I'm wearing today and I feel dirty and grungey. This affects my ability to enjoy a good trip outside to get lunch. I'm back at my desk eating cottage cheese.
Tomorrow is another day.
Spoilsport - great job on the Series tix - how much does one of those cost, out of curiosity?
As for the porn, no real cultural differences, just the language thing. And Hungarian women are really slutty.
I hear ya on the apparrel affecting lunching decisions, Ethics. Last week I wore these navy slacks that were WAY too short with white socks. Hey, I was hung over and scrambling to get out of the house and needed to do laundry! I may have been wearing my bathing suit underneath.
When I walked into the office, the receptionist, who's way quicker on the take than a hung down dipso, said "Are you wearing those in honor of the white sox?" I said, "Yeaaaahh....I'm surprised anyone picked up on that!"
I wouldn't venture further than the drug store downstairs for lunch that day.
Fred Thompson is THE featured speaker at my company's annual meeting tomorrow morning. I have to cover it.
I had a cup of chili with the works and the patty melt...
A horrible order yes, but I was a slave to the other people's orders.
The chili was pretty good.
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