1. It’s irritating enough to have to wait in line to use the mircowave. Invariably, by the time I get to use it it’s all sweaty and stinky with other people’s food. But having to wait for them to come back and get it is just a slap in the face. When I see someone walk away from their food in the mircowave — leaving it to cook, finish, and then sit there beeping — it makes me want to grab their fucking french bread pizza and throw it on the floor. Or shit on it. If I end up trying out either solution, I will post the results.
2. I hate perfume at work. Lucky for me, the woman right across from me has an apothecary in her desk drawer. She has like 40 perfumes — and likes to mix and match them all day, especially at lunch. Everything I eat at my desk tastes like a mouthful of Baby Soft and Exclamation!
3. This has not changed.
Welcome back to the workplace! It’s a wonderland.