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oh work
Here’s a story truly deserving of the subject line.
The setup goes like this: at my workplace, a couple of our products come in glass bottles that we buy back from customers and return to the original supplier for re-use. We collect these bottles in milk crates in our kitchen. Sometimes we have lots of extra empty milk crates hanging around, which gets annoying.
Then the action element: Last week I moved the extra empty crates into our utility room (literally right next to the kitchen). They have been stored there in the past; this was not a new idea. Knowing that I would be out for two days for my weekend, I left a note that read “NOTE: there are MANY more crates in the utility room for bottle returns”
What can I say? It seemed clear to me.
But no.
I arrived at work yesterday to find empty bottles piled high all over the kitchen, and empty crates still piled in the utility room. “Did you not get my note?” I asked my coworker. “No, we got it,” she told me. “We didn’t know what you meant. We counted the crates, though; there are 13.”
WHAT EVEN. I have no idea how to work with this. I mean, it’s hilarious and horrifyingly incompetent all at the same time.
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