My boss called me into his office a few weeks ago and said that he had the company tickets to a MLB baseball game. They were tickets in a suite!
I consider myself a peon and I never see the corporate tickets. My boss had never been given them either. So needless to say, we were both pretty excited. He was also going to be the one in charge of the suite that night, so that made me feel like even more of a rock star.
When we got there, we did the necessary amount of schmoozing, and then we got ready for the game to start. My boss ordered some food and drinks, which quickly disappeared when it arrived. So he ordered some more. In hindsight, I probably should have realized that the amount of food and drink that he was ordering was problematic. But as I reached my 6th beer, frankly, I really didn’t care.
In all honesty, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen that much food and drink consumed at a corporate function. He repeatedly ordered food and more food. Apparently after I stopped worrying about it, he even ordered kegs of beer (I didn’t realize you can even do that in a suite).
As you can imagine, the boss was in extreme hot water the next day at work. Not only was he hungover, but he was informed that he spent two month’s worth of the entertainment budget in one night. Needless to say, a memo from higher up came out and the policy has now been changed regarding how events in the suite are ‘hosted.’ Not sure I’ll get an invite back any time soon either. Damn.
Submitted by AnonymousTags: Baseball, Career Suicide, Corporate Suite, Food and Drink, Hangover, MLB