I had leftover Hungry Howie's breadsticks in the fridge when I left work on Friday.
No, I did not finish them off and forget. I had the last of my leftover sandwich and a few of the breadsticks for lunch that day; a third of the breadstick order was still left.
I was going to have at least some of them for breakfast, then finish the rest at lunch.
They are not in the fridge today.
This is the third time this has happened. This time, my name was one the box.
I had leftover Hungry Howie's breadsticks in the fridge when I left work on Friday.
No, I did not finish them off and forget. I had the last of my leftover sandwich and a few of the breadsticks for lunch that day; a third of the breadstick order was still left.
I was going to have at least some of them for breakfast, then finish the rest at lunch.
They are not in the fridge today.
This is the third time this has happened. This time, my name was one the box.
Since I didn't work this past Saturday, the only way to track down who it was would be to go around and ask and hope no one lies. The trash has already been emptied and with it any damning evidence.
At my old job, management actually told people not to put lunches in the refrigerator or freezer because they would be stolen. It was that bad.
I always had a mind to buy a Lean Cuisine - maybe something with fish - leave it on my kitchen counter for a week or two and then pop it in the freezer at work. The person who becomes violently ill is the thief.
I never acted on that idea, which probably was for the best.
It doesn't happen often, and for that I'm grateful. Normally I can put food in the fridge without fear of sudden disappearance.
I have a healthy suspicion that it's the cleaning crew rather than any of my co-workers, anyway. Vanishings always happen after-hours or over weekends.
Praxis people, don't give me the BS that all your agents are busy and my call is important to you. It's not peak hours, and if my call was that bloody important, this issue would've been resolved three weeks back.
At my old job, management actually told people not to put lunches in the refrigerator or freezer because they would be stolen. It was that bad.
I always had a mind to buy a Lean Cuisine - maybe something with fish - leave it on my kitchen counter for a week or two and then pop it in the freezer at work. The person who becomes violently ill is the thief.
I never acted on that idea, which probably was for the best.
Bypass that part and draw a biohazard symbol on it. Less effort, less litigation risk.
Or plant a tracking device in it. If they break a tooth, you know who the thief is. If they don't, you know where they are and can plot dastardly revenge.
You're just good at masking your sociopathic sadistic tendencies. Uh, wait, you are teacher. Children expect you to be sociopathic sadist, anyway.
Nah, they just expect a boring jerk. I think I fit the bill when I keep my mouth shut, but their reactions tell me that dry humor negates the boring and makes up for the jerk.
"MS. SCINT, HE STABBED ME WITH A PENCIL."
"Don't stab, it's rude, and you won't get invited to parties."
"Wat"
MACE was a lot of fun overall. Both games that I ran had full tables, and everyone seemed to enjoy the module. Yesterday's group convinced me to do an actual cackle, which was fun, but I'm sure it was disruptive to the other tables in the room.
Dammit. Nothing left to eat that could be prepared and eaten before I leave for session in 20 minutes. Well, I'll have to survive until I return to home and make myself a dinner after 7 or 8 hours. Maybe there will be a snack or two during the session.