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post #1 of 29
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i got to work, one of the client admins, comes into my office, she sites down to talk to me about some stuff, and is eating some oatmeal.

she tells me, I hope you dont mind since i been here for 14 hours , i took a couple of packets of your oatmeal out of your old desk in the server room.

i tell her that was never my desk, and that oatmeal has been in the that desk since i started here 6 years ago add the 3 times i was fired here, that makes for over 7 years now.

she looks at me, turns a little green, and bolts out of my office i should not laugh since i like her, but still
post #2 of 29
Oh, poor girl! I have to admit, that is sort of funny even though it is at her expense.
post #3 of 29
Oh wow, I got a bit of a laugh from reading that, but I do feel kind of bad. Poor girl.
post #4 of 29
Oh Lord, poor girl.
post #5 of 29
it was probably ok, since it was sealed packets. now, if it had been the kind in the canister... it'd've been full of bugs [ask me how i know!].
post #6 of 29
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haha, well, she lived. But said she was thinking the oatmeal had a funny taste to it.

i told her that i had some pizza she could have.
for some reason she said she was no longer hungery
post #7 of 29
That's funny!!! Reminds me of the time when Colin and I first started dating and i was cooking him dinner one night at his house- i was going through the refridgerator looking for something and just happened to notice that several of his sauces/mayo/etc had been expired for several years When I asked him if he knew they were expired he said "oh wow, i didn't realize those things went bad" No telling how long he at ate that stuff before i cleaned it out and bought him fresh stuff
post #8 of 29
Maybe oatmeal is like fine wine or cheese and it gets better with age...then again, maybe not
post #9 of 29
Oh my! This is exactly why I don't eat other people's food unless I can ask them first.
post #10 of 29
Blech. I don't like oatmeal in the first place but stale oatmeal...yuck.
post #11 of 29
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Originally Posted by laureen227 View Post
it was probably ok, since it was sealed packets. now, if it had been the kind in the canister... it'd've been full of bugs [ask me how i know!].
Umm, I don't have to ask,either.

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Oh my! This is exactly why I don't eat other people's food unless I can ask them first.
Yep, a good reason not to take food from co-workers without asking first.
post #12 of 29
Oh gosh, your story reminds me of a receptionist named Raquel. When we got a new refrigerator for the office, I took a big jug of lemonade to work and put it in the door. I had a glass here, a glass there... but then I forgot about it.

About a year later, I walked past the lunchroom one afternoon and one of our field reps called out, "Hey Carol, did you have some lemonade in the fridge?"

I had to think about it for a minute, but then I finally remembered that jug of lemonade. I apologized for letting it take up space so long and headed over to throw it out, and the rep told me the tale...

He'd been making coffee when our 19-year-old receptionist (who we later found out was also a call girl, but that's another story) had swept in, flung open the refrigerator, spied my jug, and squinted to identify the large yellow glob floating in the cloudy liquid. "Oh," she'd declared, "it must be a lemon!" And she'd taken a great big swig.

But the glob had slid right down her throat, and she'd hacked and gagged dramatically for quite awhile, the field rep said. Awhile later, she'd begun to feel sick and had gone home.

I felt terrible. But wait a minute... "That couldn't have been my lemonade," I told the rep. "I didn't put a lemon in it -- I make it with frozen juice."

"Well, there was something in there," said the rep.

And sure enough, it was indeed my jug. So whatever that yellow glob was, it must have... ...g r o w n there in the year or so since I'd forgotten the jug.

Raquel did recover. I never told her what it was she swallowed.
post #13 of 29
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hahaaha, that's funny.
but errr, what about being a call girl
post #14 of 29
OMG... Carol... that's disgusting! Of course, I've seen said blobs grow out of nothing before and I think I might wretch just thinking about it. Personally, I find it rude to have a "help yourself" attitude about co-workers food items... that'll teach her.
post #15 of 29
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Originally Posted by CarolPetunia View Post
Oh gosh, your story reminds me of a receptionist named Raquel. When we got a new refrigerator for the office, I took a big jug of lemonade to work and put it in the door. I had a glass here, a glass there... but then I forgot about it.

About a year later, I walked past the lunchroom one afternoon and one of our field reps called out, "Hey Carol, did you have some lemonade in the fridge?"

I had to think about it for a minute, but then I finally remembered that jug of lemonade. I apologized for letting it take up space so long and headed over to throw it out, and the rep told me the tale...

He'd been making coffee when our 19-year-old receptionist (who we later found out was also a call girl, but that's another story) had swept in, flung open the refrigerator, spied my jug, and squinted to identify the large yellow glob floating in the cloudy liquid. "Oh," she'd declared, "it must be a lemon!" And she'd taken a great big swig.

But the glob had slid right down her throat, and she'd hacked and gagged dramatically for quite awhile, the field rep said. Awhile later, she'd begun to feel sick and had gone home.

I felt terrible. But wait a minute... "That couldn't have been my lemonade," I told the rep. "I didn't put a lemon in it -- I make it with frozen juice."

"Well, there was something in there," said the rep.

And sure enough, it was indeed my jug. So whatever that yellow glob was, it must have... ...g r o w n there in the year or so since I'd forgotten the jug.

Raquel did recover. I never told her what it was she swallowed.
post #16 of 29
Another refrigerator story:

My SIL always warned us never to eat anything out of her fridge unless we asked her first. She claimed that most of her stuff would come alive and bang on the door to get out when they'd been in there long enough.

One day I'm rifling through her freezer (I was over there cooking dinner for all of us) and pulled out a box that was unmarked. I asked her what was inside. She screamed and said: not that box, it's Oscar. Oscar was her guinea pig who had died and she placed him in the freezer hoping to have an autopsy done one day. Had she not been home I would have opened that box and probably screamed myself. She buried poor little Oscar shortly after that.
post #17 of 29
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Originally Posted by Momofmany View Post
Another refrigerator story:

My SIL always warned us never to eat anything out of her fridge unless we asked her first. She claimed that most of her stuff would come alive and bang on the door to get out when they'd been in there long enough.

One day I'm rifling through her freezer (I was over there cooking dinner for all of us) and pulled out a box that was unmarked. I asked her what was inside. She screamed and said: not that box, it's Oscar. Oscar was her guinea pig who had died and she placed him in the freezer hoping to have an autopsy done one day. Had she not been home I would have opened that box and probably screamed myself. She buried poor little Oscar shortly after that.
ouch....

err, ok sorry i had to laugh

reminds of the time i took 5 frozen squirrels to a friend.
as we where sitting there talking, his wife started to unwarp them.
she screamed, and tossed them accross the room
post #18 of 29
Several years ago my parents had a house in Northern WI (a tourist community) and there were roadside stands selling wild rice (which is grown there) and I bought like 5 pounds for a pretty good price. I split the bag with my sister. Well I don't cook wild rice that often but I went to open, ys the pricey Tupperware container and the rice, well it was moving!!!
EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW........................... I called my sis and told her to through hers away!!
post #19 of 29
Okay, Bruce -- I'll splain about the call girl if you'll splain about the five frozen squirrels...?
post #20 of 29
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hahaaha, that's funny.
but errr, what about being a call girl
Looking forward to a new post Carol!

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Originally Posted by Momofmany View Post
Another refrigerator story:

My SIL always warned us never to eat anything out of her fridge unless we asked her first. She claimed that most of her stuff would come alive and bang on the door to get out when they'd been in there long enough.

One day I'm rifling through her freezer (I was over there cooking dinner for all of us) and pulled out a box that was unmarked. I asked her what was inside. She screamed and said: not that box, it's Oscar. Oscar was her guinea pig who had died and she placed him in the freezer hoping to have an autopsy done one day. Had she not been home I would have opened that box and probably screamed myself. She buried poor little Oscar shortly after that.
RIP Oscar.

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Several years ago my parents had a house in Northern WI (a tourist community) and there were roadside stands selling wild rice (which is grown there) and I bought like 5 pounds for a pretty good price. I split the bag with my sister. Well I don't cook wild rice that often but I went to open, ys the pricey Tupperware container and the rice, well it was moving!!!
EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW........................... I called my sis and told her to through hers away!!
My rule of thumb: If it is still moving, don't eat it!

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ouch....

err, ok sorry i had to laugh

reminds of the time i took 5 frozen squirrels to a friend.
as we where sitting there talking, his wife started to unwarp them.
she screamed, and tossed them accross the room
2 questions, Bruce:

1. Why were you bringing frozen squirrels?
2. Did your friend's wife tell him to lose you?

Is it happy hour yet?
post #21 of 29
I wasn't feeling too well before I read this.........ewwwwwwww!
post #22 of 29
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2 questions, Bruce:

1. Why were you bringing frozen squirrels?
2. Did your friend's wife tell him to lose you?

Is it happy hour yet?
i don't know for sure, but maybe for the skins or the meat? squirrel is supposed to be tasty - kinda like rabbit. [or nutria!]
post #23 of 29
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Okay, Bruce -- I'll splain about the call girl if you'll splain about the five frozen squirrels...?
lol ok

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Originally Posted by laureen227 View Post
i don't know for sure, but maybe for the skins or the meat? squirrel is supposed to be tasty - kinda like rabbit. [or nutria!]

no no, i dont do for skins.
Yea we had been squirrel hunting, and my friend had asked me to bring him some if,we had it.

so i took him 5, already skinned.
his gf opend the bag, asked whats this.
he said, dinner. she said what.,

his said squirrels ,, she freaked and tossed the bag.
post #24 of 29
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Originally Posted by laureen227 View Post
squirrel is supposed to be tasty - kinda like rabbit. [or nutria!]
My friend from Kentucky made some squirrel stew for a Kentucky Derby party one year. I ate it and can't say that I noticed anything weird about the flavor.
post #25 of 29
Oh. I was hoping there was some other explanation... like, maybe you accidentally ran over a congregation of squirrels, and you felt so bad about it that you preserved their poor little bodies in the freezer and then took them to this friend who is, like, a minister, so he could give them a proper burial.

I should have known better.

Well, okay, here's the call-girl story:

Raquel was a cute little pixie-girl from Mexico City. We hired her because she was bilingual, and we were expanding into Central and South America at the time. The first week she was with us, our HR lady had to take her aside and discuss proper attire with her -- she was wearing tight little tank tops with nothing underneath, that sort of thing. And I remember one day she wore a tight white miniskirt with a purple thong clearly visible underneath! She was always the talk of the copy room: "Did you see what she has on today?"

Raquel was not the brightest person on earth, but she was cheerful and cute, and that got her by. The first inkling of her extracurricular activities came when we began the process of establishing a partnership with some people in Mexico, and our prospective partners came to visit our headquarters. Both gentlemen spoke English, but were more comfortable in Spanish, so Raquel offered to show them around on their first night in Dallas.

The next morning, Raquel arrived at the office late, with our Mexican partners, in the same clothes she'd worn the day before. The owner asked several of us what, if anything, to do about it... and we all agreed that he should just make sure Raquel knew that her obligations ended at five o'clock each day, and the company didn't expect her to, um, entertain its guests. He told her this, and Raquel replied, "Oh, that's okay, they covered my time."

There were also instances when Raquel's "ride" would pick her up to take her to her "other job," and it was always the same man -- youngish, slickly handsome, light-colored suits, black convertible... and he usually had one or two other girls with him when he pulled up out front. I don't remember his name, but it was the same name Raquel gave when she came in with a black eye one day and said he had beat her up. Despite all our efforts, she refused to call the police... and the same guy continued to pick her up most days.

And then one morning, I had some video editing scheduled for 8:00 at a production house not far from the office, and I knew it would be a long hard day, so I took myself to breakfast at the little restaurant inside a nearby hotel. Just after I sat down, the elevator dinged and three men in business suits got out -- with Raquel. The four of them took a booth across the room, and I caught some of what was said, but I don't remember much now... except that Raquel yawned at one point and laughed, "You guys kept me up too late!"

I was afraid she would be embarrassed if she saw me, so I tried to wait for them to finish and leave -- but eventually, I just had to go. Raquel saw me and waved. "Hi," she called. "What are you doing up so early?" I said I was editing the convention video today, and she asked what time it was. I told her, and she said, "Oh, I've got to get to work!" Then she looked around at the men and said, "Can you take me by my apartment first, so I can change?"

Everything finally fell apart when they made it part of Raquel's job to drop the day's outgoing mail off at the post office after she left work. (I think that was devised by the HR lady as a way of keeping Raquel's "ride" from coming by the office anymore.) She was allowed to leave fifteen minutes early to do it, but she still worried terribly about getting to her "other job" on time.

Finally, we got a call late one Friday afternoon from the post office: instead of taking the big basket of mail inside, Raquel had simply placed it on top of one of the mailboxes in front of the post office. It was a windy day. The basket had fallen over, and several hundred pieces of our mail were blowing all over the neighborhood and being scattered by rush-hour traffic. Even worse: most of it was checks to our suppliers!

So about twenty of us piled into cars, raced over to the area around the post office, and swarmed the street, chasing down envelopes and dodging traffic. When Raquel arrived for work on Monday, she was told about the havoc she'd caused, handed a final check, and escorted right back out the door.

"Escorted." A uniquely appropriate word choice.
post #26 of 29
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hmm "cute little pixie-girl.as wearing tight little tank tops with nothing underneath, that sort of thing. And I remember one day she wore a tight white miniskirt with a purple thong"

i dont suppose you have any pics?
just in case i make it back down to texas i will know who to stay away from?(that my reason, and i am sticking to it)

hehe good story
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post #28 of 29
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hmm "cute little pixie-girl.as wearing tight little tank tops with nothing underneath, that sort of thing. And I remember one day she wore a tight white miniskirt with a purple thong"

i dont suppose you have any pics?
just in case i make it back down to texas i will know who to stay away from?(that my reason, and i am sticking to it)

hehe good story
Yeah, we wouldn't want you to fall in with the wrong crowd now, would we?
post #29 of 29
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Originally Posted by theimp98 View Post
hmm "cute little pixie-girl.as wearing tight little tank tops with nothing underneath, that sort of thing. And I remember one day she wore a tight white miniskirt with a purple thong"

i dont suppose you have any pics?
just in case i make it back down to texas i will know who to stay away from?(that my reason, and i am sticking to it)

hehe good story
Ha! No this was around 1991 or '92, so racy Raquel is probably a plump little mother of six by now. Sorry to ruin your fantasy!
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