Yeah, we went from having chicken and steak with the former manager on a regular basis, and taking our staff out for lunch once a month on the company nickel, to having the cheapest of hotdogs and burgers (and that was rarely) and expecting everyone to bring decent food. He would actually whine in staff meetings if someone brought up that it would be nice if we showed some appreciation for the rank and file. I quit participating in all company activities not long after he arrived on the scene. I mean, no music or booze allowed at the Christmas party? WTF? Not “allowed”? It’s one thing if the company doesn’t want to pay for it, but that’s just bullshit.
Hot dogs are best eaten sober in silence.
I thought everyone knew this.
I’m planning on going up North this summer. Tell me where, and I’ll go foul the can up real good! 
Good on ya!
You could send him a thank you note possibly letting him know how much fun you’re going to have with the money. Then find some subtle way to remind him how it came out of his own bonus.
Well, I got the check on Saturday and banked it. It gave me great pleasure to see that he had to countersign it in his cramped, anal style. Honestly, I’ve never seen an adult signature that looked like that. It looks for all the world like a 6-year-old did it, all shaky lines and uneven letters. Closure is good.
Did you photocopy it for your scrapbook?
Please to warn me what company this is so that I don’t do business there?
(you can use soundalike names to protect the guilty if you wish).
Oh yeah, and if you’ve a mind to warn me re: which team(s) to keep my sort of adopted nieces (10 and 5) away from?
Cheap Prick would be a good name for a band.
Oh wait.
I’d just as soon not get sued for libel. It’s a subsidiary of a Native corporation. He does (oops, strike that) coaches teenaged girls, so you’re okay.
You need to come up here and visit we Chicagoans. Hot dogs are best eaten roaring drunk while getting yelled at by the people who work at hot dog stands.
I thought hot dogs were only consumed at baseball stadiums? 
I thought hot dogs were slowly licked in quiet, solitary shame.