So Fresh and So Clean
There comes a time in one's life when one must chip coffee grounds out of the workplace freezer. A time when one must sort through seven jars of mayonnaise and discard those deemed biohazardous. A time when one rolls up one's sleeves and dives headfirst into the vomit-stinking cesspool that once was a food storage facility, designed to keep edibles SAFE.
I cleaned the fridge at work on Saturday. It was something of an ordeal, one I decided to take on because of the smell eminating from the place I stick my lunch every day. I figured it couldn't possibly be healthy.
An hour later, having thrown away long expired milk, yogurt, salad dressing and pork steak (an inch of mold on that baby), I was satified with my work. Unfortunately I didn't take any before pictures, but here's the result:
I was feeling rather bold, probably as a result of sniffing noxious fumes for a while, so I put this note up on the door:
Did I make anyone upset? Perhaps. Probably the same people who left a molecule of marmalade or a six-month old half-empty juice box in the fridge. I imagined Monday something like this:
"Hey, where's my juice?!? I was saving that!!!"
"Heather, what did you do with my marmalade? I had a good gram left in there!!! You owe me a new marmalade!!!"
Thankfully, I only received positive feedback. We'll see how long the cleanliness lasts...
Until next time,
Heather
I cleaned the fridge at work on Saturday. It was something of an ordeal, one I decided to take on because of the smell eminating from the place I stick my lunch every day. I figured it couldn't possibly be healthy.
An hour later, having thrown away long expired milk, yogurt, salad dressing and pork steak (an inch of mold on that baby), I was satified with my work. Unfortunately I didn't take any before pictures, but here's the result:
I was feeling rather bold, probably as a result of sniffing noxious fumes for a while, so I put this note up on the door:
Did I make anyone upset? Perhaps. Probably the same people who left a molecule of marmalade or a six-month old half-empty juice box in the fridge. I imagined Monday something like this:
"Hey, where's my juice?!? I was saving that!!!"
"Heather, what did you do with my marmalade? I had a good gram left in there!!! You owe me a new marmalade!!!"
Thankfully, I only received positive feedback. We'll see how long the cleanliness lasts...
Until next time,
Heather
2 Comments:
At 2:09 PM, TheCanerdian said…
Whoa, you cleaned your WORK fridge? Do you get overtime pay for that?
I'm so filled with wanderlust. And I have money to afford it. If I visit you, can I bring a friend?
At 2:37 PM, Anonymous said…
Hey, now I know who to let clean my fridge! Yes, another nasty task to pass on to someone else.
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