Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween everyone. Last night before leaving work, I made costumes for the remaining three waste baskets out of white 7-gallon trash bags. I made a Storm Trooper, the Scream Mask, and a ghost. The ghost was the hardest to make.

Thanks Ananka, Jenn of the Jungle, and steff81 for commenting. Please visit their site: Confused and Amused, Screw Politically Correct B.S., and An Inside Look.

I sort of did what Jenn of the Jungle wrote in her comment. Instead of buying "a big ass brown one", I went out to Ralph's supermarket and got a big brown paperbag. Then I stapled a picture of my waste basket on it. I think it's the best costume out of the four.

I know it's kinda ghetto, but the paperbag will have to do for now until I can find my waste basket.

What Happen on Friday?

After work on Friday, I went out for drinks to drown my sorrows. My waste basket of two years is gone. I honestly thought that if my waste basket were to be move, it would be moved to either side. It would have been cool if the waste baskets were stack into a neat shape or some structure like Babs had suggested (Thanks Babs and ariadneK, Ph.D. for commenting. Please visit their sites: How to go Insane and Weird Cake: Treats from a Bipolar Mind) because I'd still have my waste basket.

This person could have taken any other waste basket, but he or she takes the one that matters the most. If this person is a guy, I don't know what his dad did to him when he was younger. Come on, man. He can't hurt you now. If this person is a woman, then this is the strangest way of showing me that you like me.

I'm still slowly recovering from drinking way too many chocolate milk shakes from McDonald's. It sucks to be lactose intolerant. 

Left Another Note

I moved my waste basket back to its normal spot. I also added three circular waste baskets to the wall with signs posted above all of them. The signs say the same thing as yesterday, "Please stop moving this waste basket". I went over to the supply closet to find more waste basket and the circular ones were only available.

Why so many waste baskets? Strength in numbers, of course. I told the waste baskets to use the buddy system and look out for one another. If anyone moves them, I have provided each waste basket a whistle which I've placed inside the basket. That'll show 'em.

Message Returned to Sender

This person does not like signs. When I came in this morning, my basket was moved again and my sign taken down. It was crumpled and thrown to the floor. I guess that's the message that was being sent back to me. Now I have to move my can back and pick up the sign. I was thinking to myself, if only my waste basket was in its normal spot, that piece of paper would have been in the waste basket and not on the floor.

I'll make another sign and put it up later. 

Sending A Message

It's the end of the day, and I've been keeping an eye on my waste basket. It has not moved. Now, I must go home and leave it unattended.

I've decided to leave the person who's moving my waste basket around a message. The note is pinned right outside my door over the trash can, and it says, "Please stop moving this waste basket". It has an arrow pointing down to the basket just in case the person gets confused and thinks it's the waste baskets by the kitchen. I was even polite by using the word "Please" and left out words that kind of resemble "Melon Farmer".

I know what you're thinking. By leaving a sign up like that, it's an open invitation to move the waste basket. An invitation to not just the one person who started this whole thing, but to anyone that just walks by my office. I completely agree, but I have to at least attempt to inform the person that I'd like the basket to remain where it is. It has not stopped on its own. Also, by putting up a sign, it tells the person that what he or she is doing is working. So, if the can is moved, I know this is being done intentionally.

If the person wants to play games, I say bring it on, Melon Farmer! 

Just When I Thought I'd Get Out

I head back to my office to grab my things, so I can blow this popsicle stand that I call work. When I get there, I find my waste basket had been move from it's regular spot. It now sits right in front of my door. I said, "What the hell?" just loud enough so that whoever is doing this can hear that I'm a little ticked off. How annoying now that I have to move my waste basket back to its spot, so I can enter my office. That one extra step has ruined my day, and it was going so well.

My waste basket had not been disturbed all day. I actually got work done. My fortune cookie at lunch even said, "Be prepared to receive something special". I interperted that to mean my trash can will be undisturb... in bed. Why do people keep saying that?

Before I moved my trash can back, I wanted to capture the moment. I'm not allowed to bring a camera to work and take pictures, so I went out and hired a sketch artist. He wanted $25 dollars for the picture, and I told him to screw off. So, you're stuck looking at the crappy picture that I drew. Third grade art class is really paying off now.

From the picture, it looks like I work at a very scary place. You can see that the waste basket is now in front of the door. I marked off on the floor where it used to be, or is that where I buried my treasure? I forget. There is also graffitti on the wall as well. If you want to come visit me, I say come during the day because pirates only come out at night.

It looks like that trash can is way out of proportion compared to the door, so there's no way that I can just open the door and walk over it. I'd surely trip and break the other fortune cookie that I'm saving for bed later. That's probably why the person put it there, so I'd hurt myself. People are so mean.

I return the waste basket back to the 'X' on the floor and head home.

Back to normal

I’m happy to report that my waste basket had not moved since being away from work over the weekend. Hopefully, that’s the end of this silliness, and I can file this blog away in my circular file bin with the little basketball hoop over it in the corner of my office. I’m so glad that the person who’s been moving my waste basket around has had a change of heart and decided to just leave things as they are. Now I can return to my routine of just coming into work and be bored all day. That’s bored all day with plenty of work to do. So, I should get back to work and stop wasting your time.

Day 2

I get up at 5:30am every morning, and I get ready for work. I hit the shower after I brush my teeth. I wash my hair every time I take a shower. I use the 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner because it would take twice as long and twice as expensive if I bought them separately. I always go to the dryer to get my clothes because I like to warm them up for 15 minutes with a Bounce dryer sheet in the mix. They sure make my clothes smell nice and clean.

I always put a dab of Mega gel no bigger than the size of a quarter into my hands. While my hair is still wet, I use only my hands with the gel to comb my hair. The purpose for the gel isn't to look good for the ladies at work, but it does keep my hair out of my eyes.

I'm out the door by 6:30am and fighting traffic by 6:35am. Work is about 29 miles away from where I live. With no traffic, it would take approximately 35 minutes to get there. There's always traffic, and it takes about 1 hour to 1.5 hours to get to work. On the way to work, I decide whether or not to have breakfast depending on the drive. In most cases, I don't eat breakfast and I barely make it into work by 8am. But today, traffic was unusually light for a Friday, so I decide to stop by McDonald's to get my usual, the number two. That's a Sausage Egg McMuffin, hash brown, and a small coffee with two creams and two sugars.

I do this every morning since being hired here, and I'm so used to it. People would definitely notice if I break away from my routine. If I were to order a coffee with three creams instead of two, people would notices and talk amongst themselves. Well, in my mind that's what I think would happen. This blog of course has not been a part of my routine up until this point, but I don't mind starting new routines that I want to start.

I get to my office door, and I was glad to see that my waste basket had not moved. I bet you two readers are relieved. Okay, maybe I was the only one relieved to see it in its home on the right side of the door for the past two years and was not disturb. I can eat my breakfast in peace.

I enter my office and then closed the door just halfway, so I can still see the hallway. It's closed just enough for a little privacy, so I can eat my breakfast. I always start with the hash brown since it taste better warm, the the egg mcmuffin, and finally start my routine with the coffee. I pour the cream in first one at a time, and then I flick the sugar packs four times so most of the sugar is in the bottom part of the package. I tear the packages together and pour them into my coffee at the same time. Then I stir until the coffee becomes a light shade of brown.

I take one sip and get up to throw away my trash. I don't like having the trash around while I work, but I do like having my coffee. I open the door, turn to my left, and throw away the trash... right onto the floor.

What the hell? I pick up the trash and throw it away in my waste basket that's sitting on the other side of my door. It didn't just walk over there. I'm sure it had some help. Just like how I helped it back to the other side where it belongs. I keep my office door wide open for the rest of the day.

Day One

My waste basket has been sitting outside my office door in the hallway in the same spot for the past two years. It sits on the right side of the door if you are facing it from the hallway. When it is emptied at night, it is returned to the same exact spot every single time.

It's a regular 3-1/4 gallon office waste basket made by Tenax. It's rectangular so it sit next to the wall perfectly, not like the round ones. Nothing against the round ones, but the rectangular ones just feel right in the hallway. I like the round ones in the far corner of the office for amazing 3-point bank shots right before the work whistle blows.

Honestly, for the past two years I've never given this much thought about my waste basket. It's just there to take my garbage. I walk out of my office, a simple turn to the left, and in goes the waste. It is so dependable, and it never talks back to me. It just takes it day in and day out.

Today, someone moved my waste basket. Why on earth would someone want to move my basket from the right side to the left side of my door? It was strange for me to find it on the other side of the door after coming back from lunch. I don't know. It just seemed out of place to me. So, I moved it back to its rightful place.