The Ders Report
See a problem here?
Maybe this is just the stress talking again, but WHAT IS THE DEAL with people eating oatmeal in an office break room, and not RINSING THE FUCKING BOWL!?!
I’ve run through a list of what this particular selfish slob could have been thinking, and there’s not a sensible excuse in the bunch—
"Oh, the girl’ll get it." - Sure, that may have flown up to 1980, but women are an equal part of our workforce now.  We need to accept this.
"Not my job." - Oh, no, of course not, YOU JUST WORK HERE.
"I’ll get it later." - The oatmeal’ll be CAKED ON by then.  Hell, most of it already is.  Why not just rinse it out, throw it in the dishwasher when you’re done tying the feedbag to your face?  You’re lazy enough to make the instant instead of the far-superior plain oats option, so don’t stand on your time-saving soapbox on my accord.  Asshole.
Is it too much to ask for a little responsibility around here?  Is it too much to request the same courtesy I give my coworkers?  I guess it is.  I guess I’m just the one who has the problem.  Why, because I live by a simple mantra that makes the world go round…
If it’s worth doing?  It’s worth doing RIGHT.

See a problem here?

Maybe this is just the stress talking again, but WHAT IS THE DEAL with people eating oatmeal in an office break room, and not RINSING THE FUCKING BOWL!?!

I’ve run through a list of what this particular selfish slob could have been thinking, and there’s not a sensible excuse in the bunch—

"Oh, the girl’ll get it." - Sure, that may have flown up to 1980, but women are an equal part of our workforce now.  We need to accept this.

"Not my job." - Oh, no, of course not, YOU JUST WORK HERE.

"I’ll get it later." - The oatmeal’ll be CAKED ON by then.  Hell, most of it already is.  Why not just rinse it out, throw it in the dishwasher when you’re done tying the feedbag to your face?  You’re lazy enough to make the instant instead of the far-superior plain oats option, so don’t stand on your time-saving soapbox on my accord.  Asshole.

Is it too much to ask for a little responsibility around here?  Is it too much to request the same courtesy I give my coworkers?  I guess it is.  I guess I’m just the one who has the problem.  Why, because I live by a simple mantra that makes the world go round…

If it’s worth doing?  It’s worth doing RIGHT.

Meet Cute

Cathy, one of my fellow phone whisperers here at TelAmeriCorp, apparently has had her eye on me for a song.   

I’ve caught the glances, the smiles, the nervous anxiety anytime I ask her what big plans she has for the weekend, but chalked it up to my classically handsome features.  After the moment we just had in the break room, Cathy can’t keep up the myth of her “long distance boyfriend” anymore.

She was bent over the fridge, looking for either a yogurt or waiting for me to come in, and when I asked if I could trouble her for some creamer, she handed it to me with a coy “No trouble at all.”  She might as well have shoved her tongue down my throat, with that subtext.

Gonna meditate on this for a while, I generally avoid dating coworkers since work should be about focusing on work, not playing grab-ass, but, to be fair, Cathy does have a great set and hooking up in the supply closet could be just what I need mid-day to stay alert.