I left my job to become a stay home mom. Oh Boy, was that a mistake leveing the job! Even with all the melodrama and theatrics, I miss it. I miss being valued for my brain and my skills. If only my employer hadn't treated me like shit, I would have never left. Maybe I should have treated my boss a tad better I would have still been working there.
Lunch time looters
Thursday, June 17th, 2010| Who are they? You get up a little earlier in the morning so that you can pack your lunch. You get your main meal, a snack, maybe an apple and take it to work. Once you're there you put the meal in the work refrigerator and go off to your desk. When lunch time rolls around you go to get your lunch and BAM it is missing most of its major components. Did the Hamburglar get you? Were you that tired that you only thought you packed the rest of the food? No, this is due to the Lunchtime Looters. I have personally never had anything stolen from the work refrigerator. However, I am confident that I have seen people stealing someone else’s food. It is pretty easy to tell when someone is double checking the room every 2 seconds to make sure that nobody new is in the break room. But I need to know. Why do they do it? Is it their inner bully coming out? Maybe the spent all of their money on that Porsche outside and they can't afford their own cookies. I just don't understand why people steal from the office fridge. Say that for some reason I started noticing my food disappearing. I can almost guarantee what I would do. It's called Operation:Poison. My lunch would be so attractive that even the eighty year old secretary would want some...better she wants some of the cookies than some of my package...but I digress. The highlight of the lunch would be a delicious looking bag of chocolate chip cookies. Baked with care, love, and just enough laxative that I might figure out who ate them. I can almost hear the painful screams of the Lunchtime Looter. I'm sure there are other ways to make this person feel horrible. Maybe start putting pictures of your children on all of the food. If you don't have kids...find a picture on the internet and slap that on the food. Put a little piece of paper on the food that says "May contain arsenic." or "Secret ingredient is for you". I think the best would be catching them in the act and giving them a Terry Tate tackle. Maybe I'm just violent...I don't know. But revenge can be sweet and I highly suggest it. What would you do? | |
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