Imagine working in an office where you need to do that? Who says to themselves, “gee, i didn’t bring that thing so it must be OK for me to have some”? These kinds of tactics don’t come from nowhere
When I was in the Navy, a dude kept eating my fucking chips and salsa. It was a small work center, we all knew whose shit was whose in our tiny fridge. So one day I put really fucking hot hot sauce in my salsa and left it in the fridge. Motherfucker has the gall to get pissed at me like I’m the asshole. He didn’t eat my salsa again after that.
A guy was drinking and eating people’s food at a job I had.
One day someone peed in a pepsi can and put it back in the fridge.
Later the guy comes out of the kitchen screaming he’s gonna punch whoever did that.
The Big boss comes out of his office and asks him why he drank someone else open can? And when he almost got calm the boss told him to leave and never come back, since he said he would hit someone and that taking sips out of others drinks was unsanitary.
It was soooo funny to see him leave in rage, hit the store sign and hurt himself doing so.
The guy who peed in the can was scared to lose his job. The boss told him “next time to come to me before taking drastic actions” and all was swell.
The inside corner of his shoes were warped and smashed because he’d just slip his feet into his shoes and wiggle em in. Dude was so lazy I was convinced he never washed his water bottle and had mono or something cause the dude even spoke slow, like Kevin from the office
So I have to cook for my clients every day. Leftovers from most meals are kept in our staff fridge because the guys will absolutely gorge themselves on them if left alone.
Every fucking morning, our old nurse would come in and head straight for the fridge to make a plate of those leftovers. Never once brought in her own breakfast or lunch. If the behaviorist didn’t cook something for her for lunch when she was serving the guys, she’d go right back in the fridge.
Say there was enough for a whole other meal and we planned to use it again, put a big label like “FOR FRIDAY’S DINNER.” It didn’t matter… You’d go in and there’d be a huge chunk missing. One day, she actually ate a half of a half-serving tray worth of meat. I went in the next day and flipped. “Oh, I didn’t know it was for today.” “IT HAS A LABEL ON IT THAT SAYS IT’S FOR DINNER! I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE THEM NOW! YOU ATE HALF THE MEAT MEANT FOR 8 PEOPLE!” “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”
It didn’t stop her, either… The worse part is that she was skinny as a twig.
You know what, I wouldn’t even bother if it happened once. I wouldn’t like to be in the same situation, and while I would ask first, I understand we’re not the same. The moment it happens the second time, though… Pure laxative with white food colouring.
Imagine working in an office where you need to do that? Who says to themselves, “gee, i didn’t bring that thing so it must be OK for me to have some”? These kinds of tactics don’t come from nowhere
I literally had this argument with the coworker who would eat other people’s food:
“ did you eat my fucking sandwich??”
“Oh. It was yours?”
“Why the fuck would you do that??”
“Well i didn’t know it was yours”
“But you knew for certain it wasn’t YOURS, since you didn’t make and bring it!”
“People should label stuff if they don’t want it to get eaten”
Most frustrating person i ever met. Laziest fuck ever too. This guy couldn’t walk without dragging his feet
We have to label things so they can get eaten. We literally have a “this is communist milk, it’s for everyone”.
When I was in the Navy, a dude kept eating my fucking chips and salsa. It was a small work center, we all knew whose shit was whose in our tiny fridge. So one day I put really fucking hot hot sauce in my salsa and left it in the fridge. Motherfucker has the gall to get pissed at me like I’m the asshole. He didn’t eat my salsa again after that.
what a coincidence, i’m eating ghost pepper salsa right now. so you’re saying stealing lunches is a good way to try new hot sauces
A guy was drinking and eating people’s food at a job I had.
One day someone peed in a pepsi can and put it back in the fridge.
Later the guy comes out of the kitchen screaming he’s gonna punch whoever did that.
The Big boss comes out of his office and asks him why he drank someone else open can? And when he almost got calm the boss told him to leave and never come back, since he said he would hit someone and that taking sips out of others drinks was unsanitary.
It was soooo funny to see him leave in rage, hit the store sign and hurt himself doing so.
The guy who peed in the can was scared to lose his job. The boss told him “next time to come to me before taking drastic actions” and all was swell.
In the end it was a beautiful day!
I don’t like violence.
But some people need to get punched in the mouth
That fucking drives me up the wall. How did your parents fail so badly that they couldn’t teach you to pick up your feet?
The inside corner of his shoes were warped and smashed because he’d just slip his feet into his shoes and wiggle em in. Dude was so lazy I was convinced he never washed his water bottle and had mono or something cause the dude even spoke slow, like Kevin from the office
So I have to cook for my clients every day. Leftovers from most meals are kept in our staff fridge because the guys will absolutely gorge themselves on them if left alone.
Every fucking morning, our old nurse would come in and head straight for the fridge to make a plate of those leftovers. Never once brought in her own breakfast or lunch. If the behaviorist didn’t cook something for her for lunch when she was serving the guys, she’d go right back in the fridge.
Say there was enough for a whole other meal and we planned to use it again, put a big label like “FOR FRIDAY’S DINNER.” It didn’t matter… You’d go in and there’d be a huge chunk missing. One day, she actually ate a half of a half-serving tray worth of meat. I went in the next day and flipped. “Oh, I didn’t know it was for today.” “IT HAS A LABEL ON IT THAT SAYS IT’S FOR DINNER! I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE THEM NOW! YOU ATE HALF THE MEAT MEANT FOR 8 PEOPLE!” “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”
It didn’t stop her, either… The worse part is that she was skinny as a twig.
Likely that was her only food source.
Definitely not. She was salaried and made a little more than double what I do.
You know what, I wouldn’t even bother if it happened once. I wouldn’t like to be in the same situation, and while I would ask first, I understand we’re not the same. The moment it happens the second time, though… Pure laxative with white food colouring.