Karma. It's a bitch.
The office I’m working in currently is directly across from a woman I’ll call Scary Bossy Lady. SBL’s job tasks appear to include managing the air conditioning system, managing the computer equipment, and sending all-office emails about the state of the refrigerator in the break room. Last week, we got a series of fridge status emails from SBL, which got progressively more ridiculous as the week wore on:
Monday: Please remember to label your items in the refrigerator, and throw out things that are past their prime. It’s getting gross. Tuesday: At the end of the week, any item that is not labeled is getting thrown away. It is DISGUSTING in there. Wednesday: No matter what you may think, your mother DOES NOT LIVE HERE, and we do not have a maid service. Please stop being inconsiderate and spare the rest of us your grossness. Thursday: The fridge is truly foul. Anything that is not labeled will be thrown away tomorrow at 2 p.m. This includes Tupperware and other things you might want to save!!! BE POLITE!!! Get your stuff out of the fridge or it’s HISTORY! You’ve been warned. Friday morning: Enough is enough. If we can’t pull together as a community to take care of the fridge, how can we really be living up to our mission to protect foster children? We should all be ashamed. Remember, 2 p.m. tomorrow! Friday, 1:59 p.m.: I am truly disappointed in the response to this fridge crisis. I am now throwing away all items in the fridge, even those that are labeled, so that we can turn off the fridge over the weekend and leave it open to air out. It is the only way to get rid of the stink caused by our total breakdown of fridge etiquette.She is truly absurd. So I walk into the office this morning and it is infested with flies. Teeming. Flies EVERYWHERE. The building maintenance guy came up and said, loud enough for the whole office to hear, “man, was the fridge open all weekend like that? Why would you do that? That’s what drew the flies in here. For sure. No question.” Ha! Take that, SBL!