I hate potlucks. They actually stress me out.
I don't like most of my coworkers so breaking bread with them is not at the top of my list.
But, that's not the main issue.
Over time, a person (actually me) tends to notice who doesn't wash their hands in the bathroom. These "types" tend to pick their noses, scrape their teeth with their fingers, or other equally disgusting behaviors that clearly explain the germ factor in the workplace.
On a side note, I have been shocked a few times when the identity of these people has come to pass. With obvious exceptions, the coworkers I have who appear to shower and iron their clothes......the worst.
I digress.....
So, when such a person shows up at another company potluck luncheon with dip, cookies, or salad which they proudly proclaim as made with their own two hands, I tend to shudder.
Is it just me?
I go for the lunch meat or hot dishes. Yeah, I realize the horror stories of Listeria and am also quite versed in how hair and other items get introduced to hot dishes but what else can I do?
Picture this......I walk into a potluck with my own brown bag lunch, complete with a set a disposable silverware. I wish I had the guts.
All I want is for my coworkers to be hygienic. Unfortunately, there is no easy way say, "You're a pig and I can't imagine where your fingers were before they went into that salad."
It's not "politically correct."
Who is really the rude one? Me for expecting clean food or them for their failure to wash their hands after using the bathroom.
Inevitably I am one of those coworkers who appears to be a picky eater or one who doesn't like to eat a lot in front of others.
So, next time you are at one of those potlucks and hear someone asking, "Who made that?" don't assume they want the recipe or want to compliment you. I use that line to determine whether I am willing to take a chance on the food.
Don't even get me started on double-dippers.
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Ha! Too funny (and sadly true)! The other night, I was working really late, and was so tempted to tape a note above the tiny urinal. "It would be nice if every person who used this urinal would actually flush it, or at least start peeing clear urine, the yellow stuff is not pleasant to my eyes." I didn't have the guts.
On potluck days I ("oh darn!") pretend I have a lunch date across town. Then I go out to eat by myself. :)
Fine, I'll admit it. I dropped the brownies I brought to potluck Tuesdays.
It doesn't bother me. (And no, I don't always wash my hands, but if I am going to be touching food or the weights at the gym -- anything public, I do. Other people don't want my germs on their stuff.) After living in South America for two years where I was unable to practice hygeine at US standards -- and not getting sick despite that -- I am over it. I have a very high tolerance for gross now.
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