I’m over my muppet look. Thank goodness because today I’m grumpy and there’s only room for one grumpy muppet and Oscar has that covered.
Here’s the list (and it’s only 10:15 am):
I’m sick of people using our bathroom as a dumping ground. The occasional dropping the kids off at the pool is fine; everyone has an unfortunately timed crap. Every damn day is ridiculous. I’m sick of smelling it.
If I go out of my way to do something for you and provide the result in a timely manner, don’t come back and ask me for more. I gave you the document in the only way that I could–with a watermark and as a secure PDF. If you don’t like it, too bad. If I gave it to in any other way, we’d both be breaking copyright law so shut up.
Don’t drink my drinks out of the refrigerator without asking me. I wouldn’t deny your request to bum a green tea but now that I know you steal, I’m pissed off. You telling me I can have some of your drinks really doesn’t make up for the fact that you stole mine.
Updated 2:02pm:
Talking loudly on your cell phone only makes you sound like an idiot and, frankly, a shrew–your poor husband. You don’t conduct work-related calls in this loud manner so why do you use your cell phone like a megaphone?
I hear you on the drink stealing. My boss and I have been working at an office that has a small kitchen. We are only there 3 days/week, but when we get there, we have already worked off our breakfast and so she and I have separately stocked the cupboards with granola-type bars and every time we go there, our supplies have dwindled, to the point that we started hiding our stash. I have no clue who is eating them, but I wish they would quit helping themselves!
That’s just wrong that people in an office share don’t respect other tenants. Maybe they just figured it was the breakfast bar fairy stopping by.