February 20, 2004

Fuck you, you bastards.

Okay, you know what? I am fucking tired of the housekeeping people here. Really fucking tired of them. I'm still pissed off that they keep throwing away my damn water bottles, even though there's a NOTE on them that politely requests that they don't. I hate coming in in the morning and feeling like something is just not quite right, but not able to put my finger on exactly what the problem is. IT's hard to explain, I just know I'm not the only one who feels it.

But anyway. The latest piss-me-off:

Yesterday, I went to the grocery store on my way to work, and one of the things that I picked up was one of those four-pack of muffins from the bakery. Mmm, coffee cake muffins.

I had one yesterday morning. My intent was to have another this morning, and take the other two home, so they could be eaten tomorrow. (Yeah, dieting this week? Not so much.) So, when I left yesterday, there were three of the little buggers sitting in their container on my desk.

That was my mistake, I suppose, leaving them on my desk.

But when I came in this morning, there were only two.

In the greater scheme of things, it's a muffin, BFD, right? Mostly what annoys me is that someone took it without asking. I mean, had someone asked me, sure, whatever. But it was just *taken*. Grr.

Between this, and some of the stupid customer sat surveys we got yesterday, and the stupid email I got from my professor yesterday, and a million other things...gah. I'm cranky, and dammit, it's Friday. I shouldn't be cranky.

Boo.

Posted by Liz at February 20, 2004 07:11 AM
Comments

**HUGS**

OoooOooOOOoo evil cleaning people... maybe get a little tiny spy camera and record them?? :D

Leave a voodoo doll on your desk, with a little dust mop and a note declaring war?

Set a trap and torture the first one captured into revealing the ringleader??

:D

Posted by: moonchylde at February 20, 2004 12:29 PM

At Convergys, when I was doing training for a new team, we couldn't have food in the lab... so we would put it outside the door, and inevitably, it would be tossed while we were getting our lecture.

We put notes on it, no difference.

What finally made a difference was writing the note in SPANISH. They no longer threw it away.

Posted by: elyograg at June 20, 2004 08:37 PM