A coworker got tired of the “OUT ORDER” sign, so she added the “of.”
What goes best with Sink in a Bag? Why, Toilet in a Bag, of course! This stall has been on-and-off “Out [of] Order” for a couple of weeks. Why the the maintenance folks feel compelled to shroud broken fixtures in black plastic trash bags is a mystery to me.
I regularly complain about how hot it is at work. My cube neighbor told me yesterday, “Just wait until you start having hot flashes.” Now, this is not the first time this comment has been made to me (nor the first time she’s made it). I’m the youngest person working in my section. Everyone else is in their late 50s/60s. They think they’re being funny, because it is obviously utterly inconceivable to them that someone my age could be starting menopause. They are not as funny as they think they are. Alsotoo, it really is hot here. I always look at the thermometer before complaining, so I have empirical evidence. Alsoplustoo and FYI, I’ve been having a year-long hot flash, you patronizing jackass.
And some random raspberry blossoms:
red paper boat 