the evil that lies within (the communal fridge)
For three points.
Today, I had lunch with:
a) Colleagues.
b) Potential business partners.
c) A suspicious cup of yellow liquid.
The answer, of course, is C. What a glamorous life I have. Meanwhile, you’d think a university common-room used only by middle-aged academics would be somewhat neat and tidy. Instead the tables are sticky, magazines are everywhere, the sink is filthy and the rubbish bin smells like something died in it. Some kind of large fish, judging by the stench. Last year we replaced the fridge since it was against our OH&S policy to have an infectious disease hazard in the building, but the new one is already full of unclaimed hairy food and well on it’s way to Cowboy Bebop mutant pork roll territory. For a group of people who spend their time lecturing about social values, it’s surprising to see they can’t even roster a quick chuxing of the sink once in a while. Not that I ought to take the initiative myself. I mean, I’m only one person - I can’t make a difference.
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Hahaha! I work in the most hazardous building at this university (Chem, Biochem- kapow! etc) and our fridge is spick. SPICK, i tell you! And apparently our laboratory fridge (dangerous chemicals- kaboom! etc) is SO spick that my boss keeps his coffee in there. Ew.
Anyway, i’m assuming your fridge now has Mad Cow or something so i would highly recommend taking affirmative action eg. ordering some minions to clean it up.
Comment by chuffed_enuff — Wednesday April 26 2006 @ 4:38 pm
Good idea but alas, we have no minions. It’s the humanities - the best we get is stalkers.
Comment by Mark — Wednesday April 26 2006 @ 5:14 pm
You get stalkers? Posh Uni.
Comment by nailpolishblues — Wednesday April 26 2006 @ 5:31 pm
My former workplace was staffed mainly by working mothers with a minimum of three children, who were, in general, pretty used to a life of running around and cleaning up shit. But do you think our kitchen was clean? If the definition of clean is ‘putrid, vile, and reeking strongly of bottom’, then yes, it was bloody spotless.
They’d walk in that door and hygiene would fly out the window. In terror.
Comment by T. — Wednesday April 26 2006 @ 6:50 pm
Ahem. We have cleaners. Really rather sweet ones who attack you with the vacuum [mid-call] if you don’t get up and move for them. Of course, they only clean so well up here [as opposed to the rest of the building] because we’re on management level…
Comment by nailpolishblues — Wednesday April 26 2006 @ 7:57 pm
We have the same problem at work. I call it the “Mum Syndrome”, as it’s mostly a problem caused by only-children who, despite being 40 years old, still think mum will clean up for them.
Comment by James — Wednesday April 26 2006 @ 8:14 pm
Nails - not me though; depends on what you’re teaching I think
T - women are messier than people think aren’t they?
James - ah, well diagnosed. I bet you’re right.
Comment by Mark — Thursday April 27 2006 @ 8:39 am
Amazingly, I think I may have lived with every single person you study with. Weird how people are connected eh?
Comment by audrey — Thursday April 27 2006 @ 6:04 pm
I would say so definitely.
Comment by Mark — Thursday April 27 2006 @ 8:20 pm