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Google slashes back on dinner
GOOGLE HAS SHOCKED its employees by refusing to buy them dinner any more.
For years the search engine outfit has been stumping up for breakfast, lunch and dinner for its employees. This along with bringing your pet dog or python to work was supposed to be one of the joys of working at the place.
Well now employees have been contacting the free press of the America to tell them that Google has been making cut-backs in the food department.
Gone is dinner, the tea trolley and the snacks in the afternoon.
A harsh memo has come down on high saying that Google staff will still be fed perfectly well if they skipped dinner and snacks.
For years Google has used its cafeterias as PR to show how wonderful they are. In 2004 founders Larry Page and Sergey Brin even promised shareholders they'd add staff perks, rather than cut them.
They famously wrote that it was easy to be penny wise and pound foolish with respect to benefits that can save employees considerable time and improve their health and productivity.
According to Valley Wag the reason for the change is because outside contractors Bon Appétit, were miffed at the way its workers were treated like second class citizens and many of the top chefs were poached by Facebook. It is almost impossible to get enough caterers to keep offering dinner, and Google didn't want to foot the bill to hire more. µ
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So it begins.
"Every night, now, I used to slip ashore, towards ten o'clock, at some little village, and buy ten or fifteen cents' worth of meal or bacon or other stuff to eat; and sometimes I lifted a chicken that warn't roosting comfortable, and took him along. Pap always said, take a chicken when you get a chance, because if you don't want him yourself you can easy find somebody that does, and a good deed ain't ever forgot. I never see pap when he didn't want the chicken himself, but that is what he used to say, anyway. I hadn't had a bite to eat since yesterday, so Jim he got out some corn-dodgers and buttermilk, and pork and cabbage and greens—there ain't nothing in the world so good when it's cooked right—and whilst I eat my supper we talked and had a good time. . . . and then Jim starts talking about happy days with the naked chef, and me his pukka and I says 'what the Finn!' Anyways I tells Jim that some things in life, like Essex, beyond market baskets, and kitchen nightmares entrées are just better left to the Brittish and French folks. And he agreed, saying "Lovely Jubbly" or some other such radish parsnipity allotment girls.