When Life Hands You An Orange ...
Someone left an orange on top of the unopened box of CD sleeves that is sitting on our bookshelf/storage thing in the office. (We don't have a cupboard. We have a four-block by five-block storage thing. I have no other word for it.)
(As you can imagine, this is going to be a rather arbitrary [glossary] blog post. I'm in a mood.)
Annoyed, I moved the orange to on top of the filing cabinet that we inherited with our office space. The filing cabinet is rather manky [glossary], and doesn't lock, so we don't actually use it for anything, except now I'm using it to balance an orange.
I moved the orange about two weeks ago.
Today it's still there, on the filing cabinet. I just noticed it again out of the corner of my eye and felt irritated.
I was hoping the owner would magically reclaim it at some point, much like s/he magically placed it on our bookshelf thing a few weeks ago. This hasn't happened.
I'm not sure of what I should do. I don't know why this has suddenly become my responsibility. I have enough responsibility. I really don't need the "random orange that won't go away and should be dealt with" responsibility too.
It's 11am. That orange is annoying the hell out of me.
It's going to be a long day.
(As you can imagine, this is going to be a rather arbitrary [glossary] blog post. I'm in a mood.)
Annoyed, I moved the orange to on top of the filing cabinet that we inherited with our office space. The filing cabinet is rather manky [glossary], and doesn't lock, so we don't actually use it for anything, except now I'm using it to balance an orange.
I moved the orange about two weeks ago.
Today it's still there, on the filing cabinet. I just noticed it again out of the corner of my eye and felt irritated.
I was hoping the owner would magically reclaim it at some point, much like s/he magically placed it on our bookshelf thing a few weeks ago. This hasn't happened.
I'm not sure of what I should do. I don't know why this has suddenly become my responsibility. I have enough responsibility. I really don't need the "random orange that won't go away and should be dealt with" responsibility too.
It's 11am. That orange is annoying the hell out of me.
It's going to be a long day.
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posted by Mandy J Watson at 11:48 AM
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17 Comments:
Go on, be a devil.
Throw it at the tea-lady.
LOL.
I would, but she actually likes me, and that's a relationship I wouldn't want to mess with. The consequences could be dire!
Well, it's either that, or you wait until the orange goes all browny-blacky, and wrinkled like a cats bum.
Your call... :)
I am assuming that that is what is going to happen, as I really don't want to have any further involvement with this particular orange.
I hereby declare it a scientific experiment.
Toss it. If anyone whines, tell him or her that it fell foul of the Occupational Health and Safety Act, 1993 (Act no 85 of 1993) as amplified by the Regulations for Hazardous Biological Agents (GNR 1390 of 27 December 2001) and that you were simply trying to prevent a Group 1 HBA from becoming a Group 2 HBA. [not making any of this up, btw]
> [not making any of this up, btw]
Which scares me more than you will ever know.
(Nevertheless, I think I will have it printed on a sign. Or a T-shirt.)
Do I have to do ALL the thinking over here? I placed the orange there because you looked like you were getting the flu. Peel the damn thing and eat it.
Yeah, right. I'll just eat The Random Orange*.
Sure.
*And Other Strange Tales From The Dark Continent.
Don't say I never offer you nothing...
I don't think I could because I'm not sure that made sense.
Ten bucks says somebody else eats the orange, and doesn't get sick, and you get the fluesies.
Oh yes.
I'm a betting man, me.
I'd take you up on that bet, but I'm not a betting Man(dy).
And I'll try not to take offense at my reader(s) wishing illness upon me in the interest of financial gain...
No no no... Not wishing illness at all. It's just, you know, science. Or some shit...
Gambling!
Be a man! Admit it! Gambling.
LOL
From an orange to gambling in a few short comments.
All I can say is it could be worse, it could have been a guava.
Ha ha! True.
In a few days we are moving offices so I'm hoping to say goodbye to the random orange once and for all.
LOL great post.
Stud it with cloves and put it into your storage thing so 1) It will smell nice when you open it and 2) It won't remain empty so then you can give it a name like "my pot pourie holder".
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