injustice

Finally. Hector's plate of food was removed from the staff lounge refrigerator. It went in Tuesday, February 2 and had a good long run in that venue until today, Thursday, February 11. Sigh. John's good, good, properly identified and dated Spiced Rum coffee creamer lasted less than 72 hours, and a "Hector Griego's" plate of spoiling garbage rests untouched for more than a week. I'm taking this so personally my eyes are protruding.

The Rise of Paris Trojan

Enough salad for ten people, but Paris isn’t sharing.

His brother Hector’s pathetic plate of food was still in the refrigerator this evening. Tomorrow morning will make one week. Was it the desperate, pleading note that did the job? His semi-literacy? His inability to learn from past error? The refrigerator monitor is looking the other way, whatever the reason.

Paris found the leftover salad in a conference room this afternoon, now it's in the fridge. There isn’t enough for everyone, but he needs a place to keep it for an open ended period. He isn’t the sort to beg for special treatment, he commands it.

aerosol pancakes

Sloppy work. Hector’s pathetic plate of food was still in the staff lounge refrigerator Friday evening. That’s roughly eighty hours later.

Each of Hector Griego’s items is eventually removed by the refrigerator monitor. Yet, a note identifying them as belonging to Hector always results in more clemency than was had by the Vanilla Spiced Rum coffee creamer identified as mine.

Perhaps yet another staff lounge refrigerator persona will have different luck. Someone presumptuous and used to special privileges.
As for yesterday, an expired aerosol can of pancake batter found its way into the staff lounge refrigerator. No identification, no date. After it was already in the fridge, I talked to Nicole and she said that eating expired pancake batter may cause visions. She cited the case of the Salem Witch trials in which young girls ate fermented grain and were driven to wizardry. Well, the damage is already done, and I’m not the one who got us into this mess.

The Hunger of Hector Griego

Ultimately, Hector’s can of Dr. Pepper and his apple did not escape the notice of the staff lounge refrigerator monitor. Yes, merely a “monitor”; the “refrigerator nazi” doesn’t deserve the title after last week’s sloppy and confusing lack of vigilance. Monday morning found the soda and apple disappeared. In a conference room yesterday, Hector discovered a pathetic slice of beef and a spoonful of rice. He added to it a half-eaten tacquito from El Pollo Loco. This plate of food spent the night in a storage cupboard but found its way into the staff lounge refrigerator this morning, with another craven note asking for mercy.