To my esteemed coworkers,
If I ever find out which one of you returned your Spaghetti-Os stained spoon to the box of clean plastic spoons in the break room, I will throw you out the nearest window.
If you do this when the bird flu hits, I will throw you out a window, retrieve you, drag you by one ankle up the stairs, and throw you out again.
Kindest regards,
Grossed Out In Cubeville
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6 comments:
*Gag* Ewww. I'd be pitching that box. I think your office people are clones of my office people.
Brace yourself; it's worse than you think. I didn't discover the secondhand nature of the spoon until I was taking my first bite and felt a dried bit of food (stuck to the spoon) on my tongue.
I've been dipping into my private cache of Airborne ever since.
Okay...you should report this to HR. With all the things going around, this really pisses me off...da weef. I can't have you bringing something home with you and sharing it with me...the one with the low immune system.
And if you find out who it is...I'll personally roll over them with my chair until they are flat as a crepe!
turtle, hehe!! The chair with the little rollers.
foo, or death by spork would do.
Yeah, you know I'm thinking maybe the smart thing to do would be to start bringing my own plasticware from home.
The dirty spoon was relatively obvious (even though I noticed just a bit too late), but now I've got this image of some housekeeping person giggling him-/herself silly after having licked every single piece of beigeware and put it back in the open box.
As one of Monty Python's French castle guards might have said, "Eet ees to rrretch."
WV: "menppea" True... true. But who doesn't?
You've inspired another memory, Foo, I'll have to relate in my space.
In the meantime, I'm with Eric -- having just *left* the self-employed world to rediscover my inner manager, I've been bemusedly surprised at how much of my time is spent dealing with the sociological issues of life in the office vs. the things we're ostensibly paid to do.
(Not that we're ostensibly paid -- it's real money. Time to revisit Elements of Style.)
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