In the interest of keep the olfactory peace in the workplace, here is a list of food items that may not be brought to the office for lunch and heated in the staff microwave:
I don't care what it is, if it emits an odour, leave the damned microwave door open after you heat it, so the smell eventually dissipates. When it's cooped up in the oven, it kind of stagnates and ferments, so that it smells that much worse when someone else (i.e. ME) opens the door.
Also, don't leave your dirty plates on the desk as if they're a friggin' Grade 7 science experiment. That happens all the time in our Newsroom. The morning show has some fancy-ass chef prepare something exotic (for lack of a better word, or the politically incorrect "shite"). As soon as the credits roll, the plate magically appears on the counter in the newsroom to spoil, rot, fester and smell like crapola.
Worst moment in any restaurant: You're finished with your main course, and you're on to your double-chocolate mousse-covered triple layer cake with real whipped cream, or reasonable facsimile. The party at the table next to you sat down about half-way through your main course, and are finally getting their entree. They're all having fish. Not just fish, but fishy-smelling fishy-fish with fish on the side. ...and it looks like they're drinking fish juice to wash it down, and the smell of all of their CRAP is wafting over your Chocolate Everything, and deep into the fleshy part of your nostrils, which only nanoseconds earlier had been filled with the rich aroma of your Chocolate Orgasmic Celebration, and therefore wide open and receiving as much smell as possible. ...Makes me vomit every time.
14 comments:
mmmmmmmmmm reheated fish...
Halibutisious!
Amen sister! (and I mean N@) ;)
Hand to God...
...I just went to the staff kitchen to get some Eary Grey Green Tea.. and what was someone heating up in the microwave?!?!?!
SALMON!
You're like some freaky psychic or something.... I will henchforth call you N@N@ (in honour of Jojo)
I don't care what it is, if it emits an odour, leave the damned microwave door open after you heat it, so the smell eventually dissipates. When it's cooped up in the oven, it kind of stagnates and ferments, so that it smells that much worse when someone else (i.e. ME) opens the door.
Also, don't leave your dirty plates on the desk as if they're a friggin' Grade 7 science experiment. That happens all the time in our Newsroom. The morning show has some fancy-ass chef prepare something exotic (for lack of a better word, or the politically incorrect "shite"). As soon as the credits roll, the plate magically appears on the counter in the newsroom to spoil, rot, fester and smell like crapola.
Come on, people, work with me here!
Must be Friday. All the good Catholics in Montreal are bringing fish to work for lunch.
OK I swear I'm not making ANY of this up... I had fissh n chips from the crapiteria for lunch!
HHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
fishy wishy
CURSE YOU N@N@ LAUZON!
I used to work with someone who would bring FISH CURRY for lunch. Curry by itself can be warm and lovely smelling. Not so much with fish.
nicely done n@.
i'll be sure to bring my curried fish and popcorn to the mix my next visit to la belle province.
Worst moment in any restaurant:
You're finished with your main course, and you're on to your double-chocolate mousse-covered triple layer cake with real whipped cream, or reasonable facsimile.
The party at the table next to you sat down about half-way through your main course, and are finally getting their entree. They're all having fish. Not just fish, but fishy-smelling fishy-fish with fish on the side.
...and it looks like they're drinking fish juice to wash it down, and the smell of all of their CRAP is wafting over your Chocolate Everything, and deep into the fleshy part of your nostrils, which only nanoseconds earlier had been filled with the rich aroma of your Chocolate Orgasmic Celebration, and therefore wide open and receiving as much smell as possible.
...Makes me vomit every time.
Y'all can leave yer damn microwave popcorn at home too.
Stink-a-roo!
JM
Sorry, Milky, that was me -- but I bought it from a co-workers kids, who are in Beavers.
Yeah, I said Beavers.
Stinky smelly fishy smell on top of my carrot muffin is ARGH!!!!
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