I attended a luncheon today with my father. It was thrown at his work to celebrate his length of service with the company. He's worked for the same company for 40 years. To celebrate, the company gave him a full set of new luggage and invited him and a guest to this luncheon in the executive suite.
I work for the federal government. This sort of employee appreciation is wildly unheard of in the federal government. We get a pin and a heartfelt hand shake. I'm busy thinking about how good the other half has it when they put a plate of steak in front of me. Before I even get to the steak, did you notice I said they put the plate in front of me? Right. There were waiters at this shin dig. We were served 3 courses. And one was the steak. Mine was so big I couldn't even eat the whole thing. I was so appreciative of the fact that they served steak you'd have thought I'd never eaten steak before in my life. I was marveling over it the rest of the afternoon. But, dude, wow. Steak.
My dad's boss made a point of telling me they don't eat that way everyday. She mentioned the lunchroom serves enchiladas on Thursdays and it's a big mess of goo and that's as good as it gets all week. She said they roll out the big guns for 40 years of service. I'm thinking at least they have guns to roll out. We've got pins, woman. Pins. And sometimes a Kudos bar. You know. To say kudos. Get it? I know. World's away from steak and luggage.