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Cleaning FReak Part Deux

General Discussion
#1

Ok…some of you may recall an earlier rant of mine regarding a co-worker, who is a non coffee drinker bleaching out the office coffeepot (which is actually my personal possession)…Welp…the OC disorder posterchild doesn’t know how close she came to a near death experience this morning, only the presence of the Boss and the Sheriff prevented an untimely demise…

We have now had to place cleaning supplies in lockdown…ALL CLEANING SUPPLIES, in a 10 hour shift she will go through 4 rolls of papertowels, (I have to keep a roll in my locker for personal use) the final straw was the day she ran out of Windex and just about hosed down an $11,000 radio console with Mean Green…magical stuff MG but not intended for delicate electronic usage…she couldn’t understand…its so nasty in there…

I should have been on alert for her silliness, flash back with me if you will, a couple of weeks ago, I return from another part of the building and I hear this conversation:

Cleaning Freak: “I’m gonna take this bicycle over to the Shriff’s Office so they can lock it up in the evidence room…”

Boss: “Why?”

Cleaning Freak: " Its been here for weeks…its in the way"

ME: “Thats because its MY BIKE! I ride it to and from work everyday…”

If she didnt get here after I do, and leave before I do, she would know this…

So Today…Cleaning Freak is antsy…cause the Boss hasn’t come to unlock his office yet…I note that she is in the Kitchinette…and is being quiet…like most children this is a bad sign…I make a cursory inspection…the coffeepot is ok…(she knows better now)…nothing seems amiss…

ME: “Whatcha doin Cleaning Freak?”
Cleaning Freak: “Cleaning out the refridgerator…”
ME: “Why, theres nothing in there…”
Cleaning Freak: “There was THIS container that has had two sandwiches in it been in there for WEEKS!!! So I tossed them…”

Smiling triumphantly…she displays said container…a familiar black Tupperware with see through lid…My blood pressure jumps 18 milligrams of mercury as the synapses connect…She just tossed out my lunch…Frack…

Using a voice…that I like to thinnk is reminiscent of cold steel I queried…“Did it ever occur to you that its been in there CAUSE I USE THE SAME CONTAINER EVERYDAY???”

Meltdown begins… Luckily at this point the boss and the Sheriff intervened…

#2

Maybe you should have let her use the Mean Green. That may have gotten her fired…:frowning:

#3

Ya know…I prolly would have! Ceptin’ I wasn’t here…

#4

Hey, it keeps yer work day from being dull and uneventful.
I’d give her a raise!

TOG

#5
John Bouck said:
Hey, it keeps yer work day from being dull and uneventful. I'd give her a raise!

TOG


I think he’d like to raise her off the toe of his workboot … 60 yards straight through the uprights … oh heck, bounce 'er off the crossbar.

Oops, isn’t there a thread about Politically Correct somewhere around here? I think I just busted the PC code.

#6
Bart Salmons said:
Ya know...I prolly would have! Ceptin' I wasn't here.....
Bart,

You could have insisted that she take YOU to lunch, at the restaurant of YOUR choice and with her sitting at a separate table. :lol: :wink: :lol:

#7
Chris Vernell said:
John Bouck said:
Hey, it keeps yer work day from being dull and uneventful. I'd give her a raise!

TOG


I think he’d like to raise her off the toe of his workboot … 60 yards straight through the uprights … oh heck, bounce 'er off the crossbar.

Oops, isn’t there a thread about Politically Correct somewhere around here? I think I just busted the PC code.


Chris,

Was about time, too.

Hey what’s this about you sweating it on the weekend? I thought that was against your rules? Well it wasn’t much better out here, but for a marginally better reason, if I may say so.

Yes, I’m still looking for a day that has been designated “PC Day” by the hordes who like that kind of stuff. You gotta know which day it is in order to do full honours by being as Non-PC as possible.

#8

I don’t have to work at it. Being politically incorrect comes naturally for me…:smiley:

#9

Transcript of 911 call sometime in the future:

OC Posterchild: “9-1-1, what is your emergency?”

Caller: “Oh, my God! I came home and my wife’s been shot.”

OC: “Is she breathing?”

Caller: “I can’t tell. There’s blood EVERYWHERE! Please, what do I do?”

OC: “Okay. First, take a deep breath. We’ll get help out to you. Is the blood on the carpet, or on the linoleum?”

:slight_smile:

Later,

K

#10

Caller: Forget emergency services. Stanley Steemer just arrived…:lol: