More ridiculous work shenanigans: now with more mold!

I figured I began the week with some nonsense, might as well end the week on the same note. I'm using my blog this week as a cleansing ritual to rid my life of bad karma that's been plaguing me this week. It's either that or throw my  phone out the window because WHY ARE YOU NOT CHARGING, YOU'RE PLUGGED INTO THE WALL OUTLET.

I work in an office populated, apparently, by children. Not just children, but teenagers.

These aren't my own coworkers, but rather people from other parts of our building. My coworkers are goofy, but not ridiculous.

I have to presume that most of the teenagers are boys due to the frequent yucky smells I'm forced to experience. For instance, the fridge smells like fish for some unknown reason. Seriously, nobody has brought fish to lunch in recent memory, so the smell is baffling. We thought it was something that had been left in the fridge one day too long if you know what I mean, so a few weeks ago a few of my coworkers and I mercilessly threw  almost everything out. The smell remained, and remains to this day.

Then a few days ago a really nice casserole and rotting dish was removed from another fridge and set on the "for public consumption" table. It's the table where things go to die, like old coupons and brownies that didn't turn out very good. So there's this casserole dish and in it is a half eaten MOLDY casserole. I guess in the most passive aggressive way possible, one person thought they could get someone to clean out that fridge by guilting them to throw out their moldy dish. But the kicker? IT SAT ON THE TABLE FOR OVER 48 HOURS. Our secretary had to send out a building-wide email reprimanding people to keep the kitchen as clean as you would in your own home. Remind me never to accept a dinner invite from the owner of that casserole dish.

But the prize for most immature building dweller has to be the person who got a bag of popcorn from the vending machine, popped it, then realized it was MAYBE two weeks past the expiration date. Now you have to know me. I'll eat something as long as it smells OK because I feel like expiration dates are just general GUIDELINES rather than hard and fast rules. So I would have totally nommed on that popcorn. But this person? Put it in a plastic bag on top of the machine -- a fully popped, unopened bag -- and then put a note on the machine sternly asking for the 60 cents it took to buy the popcorn. Really.

Now vote for your favorite ridiculous story of the week! Is it the Wicked Witch of Plantopia? Dry Erase Board fun? Mold and Popcorn? Go vote at the top right side of the page!

How old do your building dwellers act? Have you ever left moldy food out to rot on a table at work?