The fufurrah with the ice machine? Some fuckwit poured dish soap inside it, contaminating the entire thing so that it would have to be cleaned exceptionally completely to get all the soap out. Machine is still down for the count.
Results? Peeved staff, an injunction to not be in the break room unless you're on your break (which is evidently a lock-the-horse-after-the-barn-is-stolen measure to keep people at least under observation when they're about to fuck themselves and everyone else over royally), no ice for anyone who hasn't brought their own, and a cartoon from the Lunatic featuring one stick figure sprinting away with a bottle of dish soap in hand, and some stick figure phone goons and supervisors brandishing fists, pitchforks, torches, baseball bats, and very pissed off expressions.
That which pisses everyone off, I draw and make funny.
I was sitting in the same area as Mr. Bitter, unfortunately for both of us. He commenced his usual habit of talking in an outside voice about sports to someone one over from his next-door neighbor. He did this while I was on the phone. Results? When the Lunatic got off the phone, the Lunatic turned around and asked in a very reasonable tone of voice for them to please keep it down. When they assented, I thanked them. Mr. Bitter's objection: "You aren't even on the phone!" Riposte: "I was."
Mr. Bitter was strangely quiet for the remainder of the day, keeping his voice down to a level where I actually did not notice it more than any of the other voices around me, and was able to tune it out.
Introduced othercat and dustraven, and also Figment (non-LJ-that-we-know-of). Figment and othercat had already met, as they'd been in the same training group.
What do you call the extra sense that's sort of like a gaydar, but instead points out LDS folks? Complete Lunatics would really like to know.
trystan_laryssas really like to be petted. If this keeps up, half the non-fen are going to think that she's my girlfriend, when in fact my actual girlfriend is far less local. *looks Sithward*
Work let out early, so I have actual spare time. I went and got Actual Food to take to work so I won't have to rely on slimfast and vending machine stuff, and then Actual Food to eat tonight, mm. I've gotten worse at fending for myself, but hey, I can do some things...
I think I'll pass on the longhotevil bus ride to Sam's, unless I get a second wind within bus range.