The last week of tax season my employer (-s; the firm is a massive partnership, so I am really working for the partners) took extra good care of us.
Afternoon: everyone gets a foam rubber baseball/stress ball with the date and location (bar/restaurant in the new Twins stadium) of the April 15-, er, 18th party.
Evening: dinner catered in from a local pizza place, plus salad, cookies and sodas.
Morning: senior manager in my office neighborhood brings in a couple dozen freshly-baked (although not by her) chocolate-chip cookies and a half-gallon of cold milk.
Every neighborhood gets a tray of apples, bananas, clementines, and granola bars.
Afternoon: everyone gets a snazzy metal water bottle, with screw-in stopper, attached carabinier, bright blue emblazed with the firm name; shortly thereafter we all get an email message from the partner in charge of the tax department telling us to use them every day, stay hydrated, take care of each other, and listing the symptoms of dehydration.
Evening: dinner catered in from Chipotle, plus cookies and sodas.
Morning: another tray of apples, bananas, clementines, and granola bars.
Also, partner-in-charge-of-tax-department's wife baked 200+ chocolate chip cookies and sent them to the office with him. Every neighborhood gets a tray of cookies.
Evening: dinner catered in from Potbelly Sandwiches, plus humungous oatmeal-chocolate-chip cookies and sodas.
Evening: dinner catered in from Famous Dave's.
Happy Hour, 5-6, although it tends to start a bit early and run a bit later: with assortment of beer, wine, sodas, and nachos.
This is what greeted me in our neighborhood when I strolled in at 9:30 am.
My breakfast: a very weak mimosa and a doughnut. Mmmm…
I'm not much of a drinker, especially at 9:30 am and knowing I will need my wits about me. But I appreciated the sentiment 😉
A few many years ago we had a new partner in charge of the tax department. He had made a few waves among the staff and wanted to appease them/us. So for one of the Wednesday night dinners (firm provided dinner every Wednesday night during busy season, originally pizza but eventually a more varied menu) he had ribs flown in from his favorite rib joint in the southern city where he came from. Amazing.
Tomorrow, or whenever I get around to posting it, a few photos from the after-busy-season party.