There was a guy in our department, N, who had issues with smelly, messy food. He and his food were the issue, that is -- he liked his seafood, and the less-canned, the better. We had a crappy, crapping-out microwave in the copy room, which doubled for a mini-kitchen ... sink, fridge, and microwave. And in said microwave he liked to nuke fish and squid. In his office, which was shared with about ten other folks, one would find plates, complete with fish bones, complete fish skeletons, and scaly fish heads. In the fridge his bag of squid leaked, and leaked some more.
No tears were shed when he left.
_"The german quoting guy is a little bit out there." (fleece)
Years pass, things change, you end up living in Kansas. But the bag of dicks never leaves your side... - blixco--top hat--[ Parent ]
Can you introspect out loud? --CRwM[ Parent ]
I used to sit across the hall from one of these kitchen/copy areas (this was the cube where I came in one day to find my scissors on my desk instead of in the mug in which they usually resided; two grooves had been melted into the blades halfway up, such that they did not cut, or even close, anymore. I suspected someone needed tongs for the toaster oven.)
Anyway, we had a similar issue with fish (not to mention people making popcorn too effing early in the morning). Following microwaved-fish incidents, the boss of bosses would retrieve a bottle from the perfume stash in her office and fumigate the surrounding area, although what she really wanted to do was put up a sign with a fish in a slashed circle on the microwave door. -- Do not misuse.[ Parent ]
... three secretaries.
One older, do-anything-for-you, get-things-done, non-confrontational. One I-do-my-thing-you-do-yours, do-what-I-can-for-you, 9-to-5. One passive-aggressive, chuckles-and-laughter.
The third left, needing more hours, so she went to another dept.; her replacement is/was a grad in another dept., is a taken-no-shit, who-do-I-look-like?-your-mother?, forget-the-PA-I'm-just-aggressive type.
With this 3rd one things got cleaned up. She refuses to do dishes that are in the sink, etc., but if messes are left about and not cleaned up, she tosses things. She refuses to let Secretary #1 wash the dishes (and encourage non-dish-washing folks to leave messes). She posts flyers about keeping things clean. It's great. She scares some of the faculty and grads. This, too, is great.
Anyway: copy room. Given the building design, the 'same room' exists on nearly a dozen floors, and it is interesting to see how different departments decorate it. We have a low, utility-room, cast-iron-covered-by-white sink, one pseudo-built-in counter, a couple table, a copier, some steel cabinets. Slavic put in kitchen counters, a small kitchen sink, cupboards, woodend shelves and mailboxes, etc. Everyone agrees that our copy room sucks, but remodeling is a bureaucratic issue of sorts, for since we do not 'own' (or even 'rent') the room, we cannot remodel, per se ... forms and requests must be submitted, etc. No drilling in the walls, redoing plumbing, etc. ... the most we can do is rearrange the furniture.
_"The german quoting guy is a little bit out there." (fleece)[ Parent ]
When I was really angry, I'd bring sardines in for lunch on a Friday night.
