Office etiquette…it’s a bitch…especially when you share office space with folks who have no sense for it. Everytime I place a drink in the fridge, it's gone when I go back for it. It's like there's a troll hiding in the pantry, watching me as I try to hide the drink...and as soon as I step foot outside that door, he's right there to snatch it and drink it. What the fuzz man?! Now, I admit this is really not that big of a faux pas (it's a Boise bev, not a Paula Deen homemade sandwich)...that it could be much worse...but really now, if it happened to you every-single-time...you'd be frustrated too.
I once worked in an office where if you put anything...and I mean ANYTHING in the fridge...you could pretty much bet that it would be gone. These people were the worst fridge-sharers ever! I once had a soda in there...not just your average coke-soda, but a diet-hansens-you-don't-really-enjoy-it-yet-you-still-drink-it soda...and some fool drank it! Even worse, he (when searching for a suspect, it's always assumed a "he") only drank half of it and left the other half in the fridge! I was appalled! Flabbergasted! Those were the same folks that took half your sandwich if they saw it was cut down the middle. Talk about rude. Who raised these people!
Today, my bev was only there for a little over an hour, and poof! It was gone. I'm a little bummed because I hadn't been paying attention to who had passed by. He probably walked right past me, drinking it! I'm convinced it was the pisser...he's always rummaging through that fridge. In that case, he can have it. Gross.
Posted by Mollie Gamo at September 23, 2004 04:55 PM | TrackBack