I think the beans will be fine tomorrow if you keep them refrigerated until you put them on to cook.

They've just been out on the counter since last night--so they'll be OK if I stick them in the fridge now?

You know, those food theives probably have serious eating disorders, to the extent that they can probably "justify" it to themselves. So locking up the food is the way to handle it, sigh.

As in, opened the container, took some of my ravioli & veggies, and then put it back.

Totally wrong. I share your pain. Putting food in the fridge here is basically an act of charity to the No Impulse Control people.

I finally made her start using the insulated lunchbag (instead of her usual grocery-store bag) someone had given her and rigged the zippers with a spare luggage lock. It seems like it's been working, but how ridiculous is it that it had to come to her locking up her chicken salads and leftovers?

That's necessary around here. We had an intern who blew his stack and sent an outraged email to the entire department when our usual (I presume) fridge thief made off with a packet of cooked ham he had put in there.

No, the irony isn't lost on me that I work for our justice department and no one is safe leaving anything remotely edible in the fridge for two minutes. I have suggested, not entirely tongue-in-cheek, a video surveillance system.

I took a Lush bubble bar bath, and it was yummy. The sore is a little bit better. I still feel like I am going to start crying any second now for no reason, but I think I can do this. I just have to get dressed and pack my overnight bag. Thessally's show should be a blast, and then I will be with Teacup Guy and all will be better or at least manageable.

As in, opened the container, took some of my ravioli & veggies, and then put it back.

Ewww. I don't understand people at all.

I took a Lush bubble bar bath, and it was yummy.

Hee. Coming on the heels of the stolen lunch discussion, this phrasing is amusing.

I used to bring Lactaid milk into work at the bookstore so that I could use it in my coffee and tea. Other people in the store also had lactose intolerances and asked if they could use some. I agreed but it annoyed me that they would: 1. Never offer to replace it or chip in. 2. Finish it right before one of my shifts. Of course they always got the worst of it if they did the latter because working with me when I haven't had coffee or tea is no fun for anyone.

Hee. Coming on the heels of the stolen lunch discussion, this phrasing is amusing.

Hee. Totally unitentional phrasing. My brain is not here. I think it is still in Ohio.

First rule of thievery: minimize evidence. IE, take the whole darned thing.

the irony isn't lost on me that I work for our justice department and no one is safe leaving anything remotely edible in the fridge for two minutes

I was just going to post about how when I was the receptionist at my old church the Youth Pastor would take anything that didn't have a name on it in our (teeny-tiny) fridge.

Transcript of actual conversation:

Me: Who took the bottle of water I put in here?

Him: Oh, I took that. I didn't know whose it was.

Me (not out loud, but Thinking it in SUCH a loud voice): Did you know it wasn't yours?

(Otherwise a really great guy, so I let it go. But still - Moron!)

Eventually Pete will learn that if I'm having an emotionally-fragile day, playing Twenty Questions about why I'm not being very talkative on the phone at work will lead to me being more upset, won't he? The whole reason I didn't want to talk about being upset is because it makes me MORE upset, and I'd really like to not start crying again.

Gaah. I'd like to declare a do-over on this day, please.