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.
posted by Johnny C @ 9:25 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
I feel your pain but my problem was just the opposite. I couldn't get anyone to touch my wastebasket, namely housekeeping. It just kept getting more and more full and finally I had to leave a note asking them to PLEASE EMPTY THE WASTEBASKET. And it STILL didn't get emptied!!! I think it's a conspiracy to drive us all insane. ;-)
I went out and bought my own. A big ass brown one. So, when someone "borrows" it, I know who the culprit is. Cost me 5 bucks for some peace of mind.
I'm totally amused by your wastebasket situation! I'm sure where ever your wastebasket has ended up it is adjusting nicely. Try to think positive!
I used to have an awesome Oakland Raiders wastebasket when I worked in Dallas, but some *sshole managed to take it. WTF?!? Vexed me horribly.
Post a Comment
<< Home