Hector Griego Unbound

Still annoyed about losing my coffee creamer from the refrigerator at work. It was Vanilla Spiced Rum flavor (only available seasonally), I was really looking forward to it. Coffee is always a special occasion for me. Irksome when a troll from the staff lounge interferes with my coffee. Having coffee at home this morning with the inferior Dulce de Leche flavored creamer (what was I thinking?) brought the indignity fresh to my thoughts.

Took the day off yesterday, but on Thursday I checked on "Hector Griego's" opened, partially consumed can of Dr. Pepper that I left in the staff lounge refrigerator on Wednesday. Hmm, it was still there. The undated note pleading for clemency still attached. Will "Hector Griego's" items remain in the refrigerator undisturbed while my property faced constant danger of discard?

Before I left Thursday, an apple joined the soda in the staff lounge refrigerator. I found the apple at home, forgotten for who knows how long, in a corner of the kitchen. I put it in an old, used ziplock bag from the trash along with the note: "Please don’t throw away my apple. I want to eat it later. I have no put to place it. Thank you, thank you! Hector Griego."

The Sorrows of Hector Griego

My worksite has changed, same job but at a different hospital. The staff lounge here features a staff lounge refrigerator nazi. Nothing can remain in the refrigerator for more than 72 hours, dated with “property of” employee identification label or not. It will be thrown away after 72 hours. Kind of strict, but okay, I’ll be sure to label and date my coffee creamer.

Nope, it doesn’t matter. Coffee creamer thrown away by the refrigerator nazi. It hadn’t been in the refrigerator for 72 hours, it’s not right. Dang, can’t keep coffee creamer in the staff lounge refrigerator.

I’m developing another persona, the craven Hector Griego. Occasionally Hector lifts leftover sodas from conference rooms after meetings are over. Yesterday he left three sodas in the staff lounge refrigerator clearly labeled “Hector Griego” but with no date. Today they are gone.

This afternoon, an open can of Dr. Pepper ended up in the staff lounge refrigerator with the label “Please don’t throw away my pop – Hector Griego.” No date. He'll never learn.