- 3 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
Well, not really.
But there is a foul plot afoot in our office. The owner, my father, is a pretty generous guy, and has recently allowed a former caregiver for my deceased grandmother, our office building for use on the weekends with her study group. She was certainly capable and responsible with my grandmother to the very end and she’s studying to become a nurse….so no one thought anything of it when he let us all know, in case we drove by and saw strange cars and people at the building.
Well….several of our employees come in very early in the morning, and the Monday morning after the study group was here, they found the sink full of rotting spaghetti and salad…just dumped in there. The phone in the conference room was unplugged and the table and chairs were covered in crumbs and sticky soda.
They told my father who was surprised to say the least, and he e-mailed the woman to see if she knew anything about it. She denied having any knowledge of it.
The next Monday, the coffee pot had been used, and left on…so a scorched pot of decaf had been burning all Sunday night in this place…it smelled like a burnt turd. Someone screwed around with the thermostat so that it was colder than a witch’s titty in a brass bra and the fridge had been raided, some employees leave lunches there from time to time, or other things for everyone, like pudding and soda…well THAT’S all gone now. And not to be crass…but someone rocked the ladies bathroom like it was 1999…I mean….wow!
Once again, my father was informed, he called this time and she again denied any knowledge of the coffee being left on, claiming she doesn’t even know where the coffee pot is? There’s a fucking kitchen in this office and our coffee maker is from 1970, covered in faux wood paneling and the size of a slurpee machine….don’t tell me you didn’t notice that atomic bean juice maker…its HUGE! She also claimed no one goes anywhere but the conference room, and they certainly didn’t eat or take all the food from the fridge….so we have a coffee craving ghost who delights in pudding and salad dressing, who after guzzling three liters of soda took a very REAL shit in the bathroom and left it to stew over the weekend???? Someone call the Long Island Medium….this sounds like her wheelhouse here.
But I digress, the employees of this office are angry, this is their place, and cleaning up after people who don’t work here before we even start our working hours sucks. So what I need from the bees is a few ideas on how to catch these soda guzzling theives and bust them once and for all, because God only knows what mess will be here next Monday.
I don’t think we can do spy cams or anything like that….they’ll stick out like sore thumbs, and the employee who also cleans is going to take pictures after she’s done on Friday and send them to my Dad as proof…but what else would you do?