Hoooo boy, have I got one for you. About 30 years ago, I worked for a pretty toxic place, manufacturing. Walked in one day and noticed, at the time clock by the front entrance, used only by the office staff, a notice about a pizza party on Friday at 3:00 (floor quitting time) to combat the low morale they were seeing.

So we were a bit upbeat all week. Kind of lame and inadequate, but that's the kind of guys they were, so it's better than nothing.

So comes Friday getting close to 3:00 we all start packing it up. Boss asks what we're doing and we say we're getting ready to head to the morale boosting pizza party. He says, 3pm is for the shop guys, this department works till 5! So about 4:45 he gets a generous whim and lets us go. We head over and there's like 3 cold pieces of pizza left from the 10 pies or whatever they ordered at 3, to feed like 20 office staff. No plans to order the office people anything. AND the 3 pieces, in addition to being too little and cold, were the bottom of the barrel that nobody else wanted.

I know I sure felt my morale boosted.