I was making my regular cup of fight-the-post-lunch-funk tea in the pantry at work when someone else was making one too.
She hands me a full cup of milk: Hey, want some milk?
Me: No it’s ok. I’ve gone my own.
She: Oh ok. I stole this from the fridge. Someone has this big pack of Swiss milk in there.
I went to the fridge and pulled it out: You mean this one?
Me: It’s mine.
We laughed. It’s not like I’ve never pinched a bit of milk before. But what I really want to say is, I’ve got a really stingy employer. They provide shitty Lipton black tea bags and powdered coffee creamer. So us lowly employees have resorted to pinching each other’s milk. (I don’t drink coffee so I don’t pay attention to what coffee they have.) It actually took a petition to for them to put in some green tea bags too (Lipton of course).
So sir, telling us to “not just work for [company] or be a part of [company], but we should LIVE [company]!” doesn’t cut it. Sitting in a conference room full of stiff suits watching you give a presentation on how excited we should be about going to work really doesn’t do anything for me.
Show me some milk and we can talk.