redarmy27
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I’m not a mean person, but when it comes to people stealing from me I get fed up. When you take a person’s food, the first time may be a mistake. The second time is selfish, but the fourth, fifth and sixth times are just plain inexcusable.
While I’m away from school for the summer break, I work for the park department. I work a full forty hour week cutting down trees and maintaining trails and rec. areas. It’s important for me to keep hydrated as well as keep my blood sugar up and stable so I don’t get dizzy and pass out. (I’m hypoglycemic.) When I go to the office fridge, I expect to see my food and my beverages getting a nice cool chill to them while I’m out working. For the past week, I’ve been denied my sweet, sweet substance due to one of the night shift guys who doesn’t think that the rules of common courtesy apply to him! My boss has told him repeatedly to stop his behavior after he was caught stealing my friend’s food as well, but he still continues. He has his own food, no question about that, but he does this to
be a jerk.
Today he went too far; he left a wise-crack thank you note in the vacant spot where my food should have been.
This is war.
Chemical warfare.
Now now, I’m not going to poison him. I’ve made a delicious little lunch for myself and one for him for the fridge tomorrow. The lunch in the blue cooler will be my lunch, the one in the red will be his. Both are identical, say for one thing: laxative. You dare put a drain on my food, I’ll put a drain on you!
Let the fun begin. I hope he has a good stash of reading materials in close proximity.
FYI: It’s not a dangerous amount in the sandwich either; just enough to let the lesson of justice sit in his stomach a little. And if you’re wondering what my boss will do, he’ll laugh. I even told him. This guy needs only one little lesson on the porcelain throne to get the idea.
While I’m away from school for the summer break, I work for the park department. I work a full forty hour week cutting down trees and maintaining trails and rec. areas. It’s important for me to keep hydrated as well as keep my blood sugar up and stable so I don’t get dizzy and pass out. (I’m hypoglycemic.) When I go to the office fridge, I expect to see my food and my beverages getting a nice cool chill to them while I’m out working. For the past week, I’ve been denied my sweet, sweet substance due to one of the night shift guys who doesn’t think that the rules of common courtesy apply to him! My boss has told him repeatedly to stop his behavior after he was caught stealing my friend’s food as well, but he still continues. He has his own food, no question about that, but he does this to
be a jerk.
Today he went too far; he left a wise-crack thank you note in the vacant spot where my food should have been.
This is war.
Chemical warfare.
Now now, I’m not going to poison him. I’ve made a delicious little lunch for myself and one for him for the fridge tomorrow. The lunch in the blue cooler will be my lunch, the one in the red will be his. Both are identical, say for one thing: laxative. You dare put a drain on my food, I’ll put a drain on you!
Let the fun begin. I hope he has a good stash of reading materials in close proximity.
FYI: It’s not a dangerous amount in the sandwich either; just enough to let the lesson of justice sit in his stomach a little. And if you’re wondering what my boss will do, he’ll laugh. I even told him. This guy needs only one little lesson on the porcelain throne to get the idea.
If your Boss doesn’t get a handle on this problem, slip him a laxative sandwich too......I would still buy myself a small lock box to keep my goodies in.
