i don’t believe you
January 4, 2012
Not excluding the short (c’mon, it was short) break I took recently, I’ve been doing this blog thing for a long time. Like, three and a half years long. In those early days I may have mentioned the gross refrigerator in the lunch room at my previous place of employment, which was housed in what I generously refer to as Class C office space.
Here at my new place of employment we have buildings and facilities that seem more Class B ish.
And here, everyone is welcome to have their own mini fridges in their offices, which saves wear and tear and space in the ONE fridge in break room, a fridge that should theoretically be able to house the lunchables for about 200 people.
We have the usual sign on the fridge, you know, “stuff left after Friday at 5pm will be given to the pack of feral dogs outside, yada yada yada.”
Don’t believe it.
I discovered a tupperware in the fridge a while back, that I’ve been watching as kind of an experiment. And by a while, I mean three months.
Yup. Still there.
We are moving to new, Class A offices in a couple weeks. Where they say we can’t have personal fridges because it’s too ghetto.
More ghetto than the spaghetti? I don’t think so.