This is the time of year when everybody in the office gets sick. I wont begin to bitch about people needing to stay home when they are sick, as I have been a key offender when I have had too much to do. I am not sure if the rash of sickness had anything to do with the lack of action in the kitchen, but for some reason things were quiet and I was not driven into a rage last week.
Maybe things would stay that way.
Or I will find a sink loaded with sponges and Baja Fresh cups. Really? Again? And take a look at the orange sponge. That is a fucking pumpkin seed dried to it like vomit on a bathroom stall. Happy Monday you cretins. At least you did not make a single effort to load the dishwasher.
Yep. That is a pile of "clean" dishes. I would not trust the cleanliness of these dishes even if there was a Bunsen burner held to my genitals. And what is that I spy amongst the pile of shady dishes and discarded Chinese food containers? It is an Edible Arrangements mug. Who is drinking out of an Edible Arrangements mug? A moron. That is who.
Its okay you lazy asses. I will load the dishwasher. Don't lift a finger.
This is a Slobumentation of the kitchen sink at my office. Half the people I work with have graduate degrees and PhDs and yet when it comes to kitchen etiquette they are brain dead. I come into work and find dirty dishes. I post pictures and talk trash on these fools. For the sake of my job it is anonymous and the names of the guilty parties are redacted and substituted with the most colorfully rude descriptive words I can imagine. Deal with it meat-sacks.
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Monday, February 7, 2011
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