At my last job, they had a fajita truck come in. I don’t like smoked meat and I don’t like bell peppers, so I didn’t eat any. When my bosses saw I wasn’t having any, I told them why and they just gave me a ‘too bad’ look and moved on with their day.
Every single order in the company went through me, but since I didn’t like what food they were serving (I wasn’t even told until the food truck showed up) I didn’t even get that “bonus.”
My previous employer made a big deal of “togetherness” and regularly catered in lunches in an attempt to lure people back into the office post-pandemic… and that’s fine as far as it goes, but we had several folks with dietary restrictions and it was a constant struggle to get the admin staff to remember that they needed to order meals that accommodated everybody. I didn’t feel a whole lot of togetherness when I had to repeatedly order in my own lunch on days that lunch was supposed to be provided, because the admin “forgot” about my dairy intolerance and just ordered pizzas.
At my last job, they had a fajita truck come in. I don’t like smoked meat and I don’t like bell peppers, so I didn’t eat any. When my bosses saw I wasn’t having any, I told them why and they just gave me a ‘too bad’ look and moved on with their day.
Every single order in the company went through me, but since I didn’t like what food they were serving (I wasn’t even told until the food truck showed up) I didn’t even get that “bonus.”
My previous employer made a big deal of “togetherness” and regularly catered in lunches in an attempt to lure people back into the office post-pandemic… and that’s fine as far as it goes, but we had several folks with dietary restrictions and it was a constant struggle to get the admin staff to remember that they needed to order meals that accommodated everybody. I didn’t feel a whole lot of togetherness when I had to repeatedly order in my own lunch on days that lunch was supposed to be provided, because the admin “forgot” about my dairy intolerance and just ordered pizzas.