I'm sitting at my desk, actually doing work, and this dude comes up to me. The conversation goes like this:
Dude: "Jessica I was just at the ice machine and the scoop was not in there."
M(e:) "O.K. Well sometimes it gets buried under the new ice as the machine makes more. If you just reach in it has to be there."
- Note: I don't EVER use ice at work. I don't like my drinks that cold. Oh and he didn't get the memo that it's WINTER and our office is freezing. Also, isn’t that just common logic?
Dude: "Hmm. Please go in there and find it or see if there is a replacement. I just had to use my glass to scoop ice."
Apparently between yesterday and 6pm and today at 10am my job description was changed to "Person who finds ice scoop for lazy bastard who is too lazy to stick his effing hand in the ice machine to locate the scoop for the ice he so desperately needs for his diet coke".
Just out of curiosity I went to the ice machine and looked inside it. The scoop was barely under one layer of ice. All I did was look in the machine. Needless to say, out of spite, I will not be assisting with the ice emergency.
This reads like a super-secret spy novel. Why aren't you in that NaNoWriMo thing, again??
i am starting to save to get in on some of that shiz! is there a limit to how much you can buy????? can i get stuff???? i will do (most) anything...