Let Them Eat Scraps
Language: en
My boss, Howard, was notoriously cheap, but he was also incredibly vain. It was a volatile combination. When he walked into the bullpen on a Tuesday morning and announced, "Why does Mother’s Day get all the hype while Father’s Day gets ignored? I’ve decided to take every single employee’s dad out for a lavish dinner," I knew my week was ruined. Sure enough, every venue I suggested over the next few days was either "too trashy" or "too expensive." He wanted five-star prestige on a fast-food budget. By the time I printed out my hundred-and-fifth venue proposal, Amber, our newly hired…