Ok -- I know, I know. I've definitely been slacking in the whole "blog department". But there's really not a whole lot that's been blog worthy!
But that changed today.
Let's set the scene: Me. My work cubical. Carlo - my work husband. Ron - one of our techs.
Now, a few months back, we received a plate of holiday cookies/brownies/fudge/etc. from Forest City, the company that pretty much owns the land our building is located on. They do this every year as a common courtesy, but this year the plate the actual goodies were on was super nice.
Cut to the present. Ron's wife made a shit-ton of cookies/brownies/fudge/etc. and had him bring them into work. The plate that the goodies came on has been free of goodies for quite some time -- so it was perfect! We decided to just use that plate to put the newly brought in goodies on.
As Ron picked up the plate, we noticed that there was a sticker on the bottom of the plate with a hand written note on it. The note said the following:
But that changed today.
Let's set the scene: Me. My work cubical. Carlo - my work husband. Ron - one of our techs.
Now, a few months back, we received a plate of holiday cookies/brownies/fudge/etc. from Forest City, the company that pretty much owns the land our building is located on. They do this every year as a common courtesy, but this year the plate the actual goodies were on was super nice.
Cut to the present. Ron's wife made a shit-ton of cookies/brownies/fudge/etc. and had him bring them into work. The plate that the goodies came on has been free of goodies for quite some time -- so it was perfect! We decided to just use that plate to put the newly brought in goodies on.
As Ron picked up the plate, we noticed that there was a sticker on the bottom of the plate with a hand written note on it. The note said the following:
"Please Note: Many of these items contain nuts due to the fact they were all processed the same way."
Umm. What. Are you kidding me? I mean, I would hope anyone with a serious nut allergy would automatically know not to eat certain things....but the warning was on the BOTTOM OF THE PLATE. Were we supposed to turn the plate over, thereby dumping all those precious cookies on to the floor, so we could know the dangers that awaited us?!
After I got over the initial shock of how ridiculous that seemed, I turned around in my chair to finish up some work and tell this tale to whoever would listen. About 3 minutes later, Ron comes back into my office to reveal to me what was UNDERNEATH the hand written sticker-note.
"Not for food use. Decorative use only."
Words cannot desribe the anguish I am feeling in regards to this matter. SERIOUSLY!? You've GOT to be shitting me. How is it possible that someone could be so retarded?! They must have known that warning was there, it was fucking PRINTED onto the plate. They decided it was best to just stick a fuckign sticker over it and hope for the best! God damn Forest City.
And as if things couldn't get more ridiculous -- THEY DID.
As I rolled my chair back to my desk, I heard this little squish sound. I looked down to see I had run over a grape. A singular, purple grape. There are NO other grapes in this office today, or any day in the past 3 years I've been here. What the fuck is happening today, can someone please tell me? Kthnxbai.
