Hate Crime
Someone stole my Olive Garden leftovers from the refrigerator at work yesterday. Who does that? And you may be wondering why I call it a hate crime. That’s because I just gave my two week notice at my job. And I’m pretty sure they hate me for it.
But that’s another post. More on that later. For now, I am deeply disturbed that someone, anyone, would have the audacity to abscond with my food and use it for their own purposes. Which is probably eating.
Vicious.
ha ha ha! You and your leftovers! I think it probably was very calculated and I think you should also lock down all of your office supplies and especially the pictures in your cubicle.
Thanks for using the word “absconded.”
Thie reminds me of an episode of Friends, where someone stole Ross’s leftover turkey sandwich and he went into a fit of rage and was laid off work. Good stuff. Question: did it have your name on it?
Yes, indeed, I remember it. And that is SO my life. Minus the getting laid off part. And no, I didn’t put my name on it, BUT I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO. ahem. Respectable people shouldn’t be stealing food.