Imagine working in an office where you need to do that? Who says to themselves, “gee, i didn’t bring that thing so it must be OK for me to have some”? These kinds of tactics don’t come from nowhere
At one of my previous jobs it was the head of HR stealing people’s food. Every time somebody complained he’d put up a sign and start “investigating”, but nothing ever came of it despite having cameras pointed at the fridge. Eventually someone got tired of it, put up their own camera, and caught the head of HR on camera a couple times. Apparently the president of the company didn’t care and brushed it off. I only found out because the guy with evidence blanket emailed the videos to the whole company. Of course he got written up for doing that.
So I have to cook for my clients every day. Leftovers from most meals are kept in our staff fridge because the guys will absolutely gorge themselves on them if left alone.
Every fucking morning, our old nurse would come in and head straight for the fridge to make a plate of those leftovers. Never once brought in her own breakfast or lunch. If the behaviorist didn’t cook something for her for lunch when she was serving the guys, she’d go right back in the fridge.
Say there was enough for a whole other meal and we planned to use it again, put a big label like “FOR FRIDAY’S DINNER.” It didn’t matter… You’d go in and there’d be a huge chunk missing. One day, she actually ate a half of a half-serving tray worth of meat. I went in the next day and flipped. “Oh, I didn’t know it was for today.” “IT HAS A LABEL ON IT THAT SAYS IT’S FOR DINNER! I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE THEM NOW! YOU ATE HALF THE MEAT MEANT FOR 8 PEOPLE!” “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”
It didn’t stop her, either… The worse part is that she was skinny as a twig.
When I was in the Navy, a dude kept eating my fucking chips and salsa. It was a small work center, we all knew whose shit was whose in our tiny fridge. So one day I put really fucking hot hot sauce in my salsa and left it in the fridge. Motherfucker has the gall to get pissed at me like I’m the asshole. He didn’t eat my salsa again after that.
A guy was drinking and eating people’s food at a job I had.
One day someone peed in a pepsi can and put it back in the fridge.
Later the guy comes out of the kitchen screaming he’s gonna punch whoever did that.
The Big boss comes out of his office and asks him why he drank someone else open can? And when he almost got calm the boss told him to leave and never come back, since he said he would hit someone and that taking sips out of others drinks was unsanitary.
It was soooo funny to see him leave in rage, hit the store sign and hurt himself doing so.
The guy who peed in the can was scared to lose his job. The boss told him “next time to come to me before taking drastic actions” and all was swell.
I had a roommate burn a bunch of shit from our garage because he didn’t know who owned it.
He’s like, “I asked the other roommate and he said it wasn’t his so I figured it was just here with the apartment.”
“Motherfucker there are 3 people that live here. If it’s not yours, and it’s not the other guy’s, it’s probably fucking mine and you should ask before you just light shit on fire.”
Normally I’d think it was because he just didn’t like me, but after knowing the guy, he was just an actual idiot.
The inside corner of his shoes were warped and smashed because he’d just slip his feet into his shoes and wiggle em in. Dude was so lazy I was convinced he never washed his water bottle and had mono or something cause the dude even spoke slow, like Kevin from the office
Duh, a sandwich left in the fridge is the kind of thing no one would ever expect being someone’s personal lunch. You’re obviously in the wrong to complain about it. Asshole.
I know, right? I often go shopping and buy ingredients and (sometimes) cook those ingredients, then slice them, assemble a sandwich, pack it, bring it to work, put it in the staff fridge and… then… do you know what… I just end up hoping someone will eat it so I don’t have to. Why else would I just leave it sitting around in a lunchbox with my name on?
You know what, I wouldn’t even bother if it happened once. I wouldn’t like to be in the same situation, and while I would ask first, I understand we’re not the same. The moment it happens the second time, though… Pure laxative with white food colouring.
I don’t get how the people here are offended by this. Entitlement? It’s so fun to bring something in to just to find out it’s gone before you even opened it. Even with a god damn name label. If I bought a carton of milk, I wouldn’t mind sharing some, but not the entire thing for one person to make porridge from. At that point you cunts can just buy your own shit.
I’m offended because this is indicative of a much larger problem(distrust amongst coworkers) and I don’t think people should be so satisfied with this band-aid solution.
This feels like a microcosm of society as a whole right now. 3 individuals taking individual action that won’t solve the root problem.
And I can easily imagine the boss(or anyone with actual authority) having their own personal fridge and just ignoring the situation entirely no matter how often it’s brought up.
You can feel fully justified in doing something and still hate having to do it.
Imagine working in an office where you need to do that? Who says to themselves, “gee, i didn’t bring that thing so it must be OK for me to have some”? These kinds of tactics don’t come from nowhere
At one of my previous jobs it was the head of HR stealing people’s food. Every time somebody complained he’d put up a sign and start “investigating”, but nothing ever came of it despite having cameras pointed at the fridge. Eventually someone got tired of it, put up their own camera, and caught the head of HR on camera a couple times. Apparently the president of the company didn’t care and brushed it off. I only found out because the guy with evidence blanket emailed the videos to the whole company. Of course he got written up for doing that.
So I have to cook for my clients every day. Leftovers from most meals are kept in our staff fridge because the guys will absolutely gorge themselves on them if left alone.
Every fucking morning, our old nurse would come in and head straight for the fridge to make a plate of those leftovers. Never once brought in her own breakfast or lunch. If the behaviorist didn’t cook something for her for lunch when she was serving the guys, she’d go right back in the fridge.
Say there was enough for a whole other meal and we planned to use it again, put a big label like “FOR FRIDAY’S DINNER.” It didn’t matter… You’d go in and there’d be a huge chunk missing. One day, she actually ate a half of a half-serving tray worth of meat. I went in the next day and flipped. “Oh, I didn’t know it was for today.” “IT HAS A LABEL ON IT THAT SAYS IT’S FOR DINNER! I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE THEM NOW! YOU ATE HALF THE MEAT MEANT FOR 8 PEOPLE!” “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”
It didn’t stop her, either… The worse part is that she was skinny as a twig.
Likely that was her only food source.
Definitely not. She was salaried and made a little more than double what I do.
I literally had this argument with the coworker who would eat other people’s food:
“ did you eat my fucking sandwich??”
“Oh. It was yours?”
“Why the fuck would you do that??”
“Well i didn’t know it was yours”
“But you knew for certain it wasn’t YOURS, since you didn’t make and bring it!”
“People should label stuff if they don’t want it to get eaten”
Most frustrating person i ever met. Laziest fuck ever too. This guy couldn’t walk without dragging his feet
When I was in the Navy, a dude kept eating my fucking chips and salsa. It was a small work center, we all knew whose shit was whose in our tiny fridge. So one day I put really fucking hot hot sauce in my salsa and left it in the fridge. Motherfucker has the gall to get pissed at me like I’m the asshole. He didn’t eat my salsa again after that.
A guy was drinking and eating people’s food at a job I had.
One day someone peed in a pepsi can and put it back in the fridge.
Later the guy comes out of the kitchen screaming he’s gonna punch whoever did that.
The Big boss comes out of his office and asks him why he drank someone else open can? And when he almost got calm the boss told him to leave and never come back, since he said he would hit someone and that taking sips out of others drinks was unsanitary.
It was soooo funny to see him leave in rage, hit the store sign and hurt himself doing so.
The guy who peed in the can was scared to lose his job. The boss told him “next time to come to me before taking drastic actions” and all was swell.
In the end it was a beautiful day!
I had a roommate burn a bunch of shit from our garage because he didn’t know who owned it.
He’s like, “I asked the other roommate and he said it wasn’t his so I figured it was just here with the apartment.”
“Motherfucker there are 3 people that live here. If it’s not yours, and it’s not the other guy’s, it’s probably fucking mine and you should ask before you just light shit on fire.”
Normally I’d think it was because he just didn’t like me, but after knowing the guy, he was just an actual idiot.
I don’t like violence.
But some people need to get punched in the mouth
That fucking drives me up the wall. How did your parents fail so badly that they couldn’t teach you to pick up your feet?
The inside corner of his shoes were warped and smashed because he’d just slip his feet into his shoes and wiggle em in. Dude was so lazy I was convinced he never washed his water bottle and had mono or something cause the dude even spoke slow, like Kevin from the office
Duh, a sandwich left in the fridge is the kind of thing no one would ever expect being someone’s personal lunch. You’re obviously in the wrong to complain about it. Asshole.
I know, right? I often go shopping and buy ingredients and (sometimes) cook those ingredients, then slice them, assemble a sandwich, pack it, bring it to work, put it in the staff fridge and… then… do you know what… I just end up hoping someone will eat it so I don’t have to. Why else would I just leave it sitting around in a lunchbox with my name on?
You know what, I wouldn’t even bother if it happened once. I wouldn’t like to be in the same situation, and while I would ask first, I understand we’re not the same. The moment it happens the second time, though… Pure laxative with white food colouring.
I don’t get how the people here are offended by this. Entitlement? It’s so fun to bring something in to just to find out it’s gone before you even opened it. Even with a god damn name label. If I bought a carton of milk, I wouldn’t mind sharing some, but not the entire thing for one person to make porridge from. At that point you cunts can just buy your own shit.
I’m offended because this is indicative of a much larger problem(distrust amongst coworkers) and I don’t think people should be so satisfied with this band-aid solution.
This feels like a microcosm of society as a whole right now. 3 individuals taking individual action that won’t solve the root problem.
And I can easily imagine the boss(or anyone with actual authority) having their own personal fridge and just ignoring the situation entirely no matter how often it’s brought up.
You can feel fully justified in doing something and still hate having to do it.
Yeah, can you believe how some people are so entitled they *check notes* expect to be able to use the food they bought