I got a mini-fridge!
I was leaving for work yesterday and stopped by the fridge in the kitchen to grab the sandwich I had made the previous day but had not eaten because they fed us at work. I figured if I put it in the side drawer with all the condiments, it would be less likely to be messed with.
So when I opened the door and my sandwich was missing, I initially thought that it was moved unnecessarily into the fridge proper just like the pint of blueberries I bought and now have no idea which is mine versus the other pint of blueberries. I dug around to no avail, though. The sandwich was not there.
I was running late but I had this feeling that it had been thrown away, so I quickly looked in the trash and sure enough...on the top of the trash.
Yeah...I took it out, made sure it was still zip-locked and later ate it for lunch. But in the meantime I was pissed at work. Well, until some hours later after asking Kristie who said it may have been "misplaced" but definitely not into the trash at her doing, I get a response from Brie. She had been doing food service for a film set over the weekend and came home to empty out the fridge of anything related to it once it was over. She thought my sandwich was one of the set she apparently made.
No big deal. Except...I have been worried about shit like this happening. I don't like my stuff being touched, and I don't like feel like I can't buy because they wont fit in the fridge.
I mentioned my interest in getting a mini-fridge to some of my co-workers and one of them actually had one he wasn't using. He wouldn't let me pay him for it, but thanks to him and my sister who helped me transport it from his place to mine, I now have most of my stuff in the comfort of my room.
I was leaving for work yesterday and stopped by the fridge in the kitchen to grab the sandwich I had made the previous day but had not eaten because they fed us at work. I figured if I put it in the side drawer with all the condiments, it would be less likely to be messed with.
So when I opened the door and my sandwich was missing, I initially thought that it was moved unnecessarily into the fridge proper just like the pint of blueberries I bought and now have no idea which is mine versus the other pint of blueberries. I dug around to no avail, though. The sandwich was not there.
I was running late but I had this feeling that it had been thrown away, so I quickly looked in the trash and sure enough...on the top of the trash.
Yeah...I took it out, made sure it was still zip-locked and later ate it for lunch. But in the meantime I was pissed at work. Well, until some hours later after asking Kristie who said it may have been "misplaced" but definitely not into the trash at her doing, I get a response from Brie. She had been doing food service for a film set over the weekend and came home to empty out the fridge of anything related to it once it was over. She thought my sandwich was one of the set she apparently made.
No big deal. Except...I have been worried about shit like this happening. I don't like my stuff being touched, and I don't like feel like I can't buy because they wont fit in the fridge.
I mentioned my interest in getting a mini-fridge to some of my co-workers and one of them actually had one he wasn't using. He wouldn't let me pay him for it, but thanks to him and my sister who helped me transport it from his place to mine, I now have most of my stuff in the comfort of my room.
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