Having only worked at this office for a short time, Kay in Houston doesn’t know exactly what “The Fish Smell Invasion of 2012” refers to, “but being familiar with what happens in shared fridges,” she says, “I can guess.”

And as an extra special bonus: my (procrastinatory) ode to “The Fish Smell Invasion of 2012″ —

related: Passive-Aggressive Poetry Corner

Forget Tupperware parties — who could resist a Nasty Crap Container™?

related: Don’t be such a miserable sod

extra credit: Fred and Friends “Bug Bags” Lunch Bags

I’ve spent most of the day curled up reading John Irving’s latest, In One Person (“a compelling novel of desire, secrecy, and sexual identity.”) And yet, since stumbling across this novella — from an office fridge in Maryland — I’ve had but one phrase echoing in my head: “We are not so unalike, [you and I]. I, too, have a deep love of salad.”

related: “Someday when you’re wondering why you’re alone…”

If the consequences of eating a Hot Pocket aren’t enough to deter you from buying them, you should know that storing them in your freezer at work or school is still a risky proposition. (And no, Snoop won’t be there to back you up.)

Exhibit a) Spotted by Anna in Oakland, California:

Exhibit b) Spotted by Diana in Green Bay, Wisconsin:

Exhibit c) Spotted by David in Austin, Texas:

Exhibit d) Spotted by Charlie in New York:

Exhibit e) Spotted by Angie in Atlanta, with apologies for the blurriness:

(Delicious, you say? Michelle? Is that you?) And lastly…

Exhibit f) From Princeton, New Jersey:

related: Hot Pockets are the car radios of the communal freezer

This bullshit, from an office in Baltimore?

Or the unused-microwave-time version, from Claire’s office in Columbus, Ohio?

related post:

The Breakroom Nibbler

If you work in an office that supplies your cream and sugar needs gratis, consider yourself lucky. There’s something about coffee creamer that sends folks off the deep end…

P.S. If you’ve thought of a different tactic, it’s probably been tried before.

related: Coffee, mate?

“People steal other people’s food and drink so often in my office that security put up a notice,” says our submitter in Florida. “Apparently, the sign isn’t working.”

Instead, the notes left by the victims have turned into an ongoing office-wide joke.

And the latest contribution…

related: Those heirloom tomatoes had sentimental value!

Rhiannon in Missouri opened the fridge at work to find this not-at-all-disturbing note from an anonymous office zombie.

(The perp’s response: “Well, if you say so!”)

related: Who moved my cheese?

Debbie, Debbie, Debbie…what are we going to do with you? Your coworkers seem a bit incensed.

Don’t worry, Deb — this one’s all yours…

related: Especially Deborah