Rachel in California says the breakroom at her office hasn’t caused many problems in the past, but a recent wave of new hires has changed that. “The last time I opened the microwave it was stuffed with paper towels, the walls were slathered in orange goop, and it smelled like rotting horse flesh.” (In other words, like a frozen lasagna from Tesco?)
Entries Tagged as 'kitchen'
October 15th, 2013 · 25 Comments
September 23rd, 2013 · 23 Comments
Well, he has a point.
…but then again, what good passive-aggresive note pays attention to silly things like “reason” or “logic”?
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September 18th, 2013 · 23 Comments
Move it along, stoners…
And while you’re at it…
(Thanks to Cindy in Spokane and Anonymous in Queens submitting!)
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June 25th, 2013 · 93 Comments
Our submitter in Fort Collins, Colorado was a bit taken aback at the site of this local business’s breakroom. “The level of commitment dedicared to naming and creating backstories for the appliances was…mindboggling,” she says.
Indeed, my mind has been boggled.
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June 19th, 2013 · 46 Comments
June 12th, 2013 · 42 Comments
And the riposte:
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June 11th, 2013 · 19 Comments
At first glance, I definitely thought was one of those “don’t feed the zoo animals” signs. But then, whoa, an Aussie 180! Roz in Perth says the “fairly militant kitchen brigade” at her office posts notes like this all over the kitchen.
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June 4th, 2013 · 31 Comments
Oh look, another sentient kitchen appliance. This time, with allergies.
(As spotted by Julie in her Provo, Utah college cafeteria.)
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March 3rd, 2013 · 47 Comments
Writes Randahl in Boise, Idaho: “I love me some Tapatío, and sometimes I forget to put it back in the fridge. My wife thought Mr. Tapatío should know his place.”
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February 11th, 2013 · 79 Comments
Writes Jonathan in the UK: “Nick, bless him, diligently cleans the office microwave when he’s at work every Sunday morning. By Monday, the smell of bleach has usually gone. However, I think the latest soup splattering may have pushed him over the edge.”