Work Miseries
We get a pep talk on not keeping the kitchen stocked well enough. Then there are some items listed on the "to-buy" list and a passive-aggressive comment from an unnamed person regarding said items on "to-buy" list: "Don't you think it would be good if we made sure we always have these? People seem to like them."
So we buy them. And when we go to put them away, we find there's no room because the cupboards are filled with the items already. The exact same ones. How can I possibly respect people when they pull that? Yet somehow we're the assholes for "not keeping the kitchen stocked."
On an unrelated note, when I was young and my mother sent me to find something, if I came back mere moments later and said I couldn't find it, her reply was "if I go in there and find it, you're not playing street hockey after dinner." You're goddamned right I found it right after that. And I was, like, 8.
I wonder why I thought of that?
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"hey guuuuuuuuuys......."
*wakes up in a cold sweat*
aaahhh.
I feel compelled to point this out for anyone who doesn't already know it:
The complainer? Millionaire. Kevin? Not a millionaire.
Awesome.
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