Handlebar Confessional: Waffle Wednesday

Working for a food company has really brought out the "International Waffler" in me. So much so that it has worn off on my co-workers. I work in the Sports Retail sales group. Our group has taken it upon themselves to really represent the heart an soul of the company. In the past, we have done such things as "liberate" the company Foosball table from the finance department. Well, this week we started a new tradition, Waffle Wednesday. Our goals were rather simple. Eat some waffles. Oh, and how could I forget...the main topping was Nutella. We had a brief planning meeting on Monday where we decided on who was bringing what and then we just did it. Normally in similar events one would send out an all office e-mail. One of our (SR's) pet peeves is the all office e-mail banter. We were going to rely solely on word of mouth advertising as a sort of social experiment. Our theory was the people that would be up for waffles would somehow find out about it anyway. In the end, we ended up serving over 75 waffles..."great success." For the last two days, all anybody asked me was when was the next Waffle Wednesday. We did not want to set ourselves up for failure, so we gave ourselves plenty of time. It is going to be a regular occurrence, "Every third Wednesday in December, every four years. Rain cancels." I am sure that we will come up with some sneak attack sooner than that, but the bar has been set high, so we must ensure we outdo ourselves next time, hopefully sooner than the next planned "Waffle Wednesday."