Ah, office pizza.
A bunch of us had to work on Saturday, as a project has had several problems--the project director went into labor 2 months early and is now hospitalized, the assistant director was hit by a car while out on his bicycle and is out for two weeks, the printer printed the wrong files, the client changed some specs last minute--it's been a nightmare.
And, instead of having Big Boss supervise us as expected, we ended up with Uber Boss, because Big Boss's children are sick with a stomach virus that has been going around.
Uber Boss kindly ordered pizza for the whole gang. The boxes were put in the break room. There looked to be plenty of pizza for everyone.
But people who went to get pizza 15 minutes after it arrived came back commenting that they had only been able to get a single slice. I ran to the break room and got the second to last slice of pizza.
At a rough guess, there was one pizza for every three people working on Saturday, and it seemed . . . odd that it would have disappeared so quickly. But I figured people were hungry and tired (we've all been working lots of overtime) and maybe I was just too slow.
Then about an hour later, I saw people coming back from the break room with multiple slices of pizza. They explained that someone had put most of the pizza in the refrigerator, so they had just nuked some to warm it up.
On investigation, there were 5 plates of pizza in the fridge, all with about 6-7 slices on them, all wrapped up in paper towels. It did indeed look as if someone had been worried about leaving the food out, and put it in the fridge to keep it safe.
Cue 5 pm when we all started for home. A manager, someone who had spent most of the day complaining about having to work, stormed out of the kitchen, demanding to know where his pizza was. After a few minutes of kerfuffle, it transpired that he had taken most of the pizza and put it in the fridge to take home to feed his family that evening. He considered it his "payment" for having to work on a Saturday. He was not happy that the hourly employees, who also gave up their Saturday, had eaten the pizza he wanted.
Seriously, there was so much pizza in the fridge that I don't think anyone thought, "Oh, someone is taking this home." Or if they did, they decided no one had the right to that much pizza. When I saw the plates full of pizza, I just assumed someone didn't want to leave the food out at room temperature for very long.
A slice or two of pizza? I would have figured someone was saving it. And we have a lot of temp employees--I would have figured one of them was taking the pizza home for dinner--a lot of the temps are hurting for money. Either way, I wouldn't have touched it. But plate after plate stacked high with pizza? It looked as if it were up for grabs.
Uber Boss was not amused.