Also? at work, we have those single serve coffee thingies. We have like 10 varieties. People use the last one from a box, leave the empty box there. Then someone else goes to the drawer, opens a new box and takes one serving out, but STILL does not replace the empty one on the shelf! WTF is wrong with people. I bet they drink straight from the milk carton and put the empty carton back in the fridge also.

A couple of months ago, I noticed that when Incompetent!Boss went to the kitchen to get a beverage with ice cubes, there was always the sound of a full tray of ice being dumped in the sink.

I finally asked him if he was dumping the ice tray in the sink.

IB: "Yes, I am."
Me: "Why are you WASTING WATER like that? Is the ice dirty?"

His reply, because he is apparently a petty junior-high girl, is that whenever he gets ice from the freezer, the ice bucket-y thing is empty (apparently people don't refill the bucket after they take the last cubes from it, which I *do* agree is uncool).

IB: "So, if people aren't going to be considerate enough to re-fill the ice bucket, neither will I."
Me: "But you aren't *just* NOT filling the ice bucket, you're dumping out all the ice that you don't use from a given tray! That's really wasteful!"
IB: "Well, I'm certainly not going to fill up the bucket with the ice I don't use from the tray, because no one else does!"

I suggested that he just put the tray (with the remaining ice cubes IN IT) back in the freezer. That way he can feel vindicated in his petty decision to not fill up the ice tray, but he also won't be wasting water.

Seriously, GROW UP, YOU MANCHILD.

We have no coffee AT ALL in this office because nobody wanted to be responsible for (a) making a pot of coffee in the morning or (b) rinsing out the carafe at the end of the day.

So instead of assigning this duty to someone in Office Services or buying a K-cup machine instead, the solution was simply to stick the coffee maker in a cabinet and let people fend for themselves. I now have a French press at my desk.

You know what also angers me about the AZ law is that the Navajo and other Native American tribes... who very surely have ancestors here from before Columbus... are going to get stopped for illegal immigrant checks.

(Add that at least around the Tucson area, some of the native people adopted Spanish and Catholicism way back when, so they have the 'Hispanic' names thing adding to the confusion.)

Wow. Me and my avoidance of refilling the water cooler seems so small potatoes.

It's snowing here this morning. Snowing.

SNOW BAD.

Especially in almost May.

I remember about ten years ago, when my mom and I were planning to cook out on the grill for Memorial Day, and we ended up staying in because it was sleeting. On Memorial Day.

Yet I, someone whose great grandparents (on one side) were dealing with a Tsar infestation, would be the one who could wander around Arizona, paper-free, and not worry about getting deported to Finland. Madness.

Oh yeah. I get angry beyond words when I think about the WWII-era internment situation where Japanese-Americans were getting rounded up while my German immigrant great-grandfather went about his merry way, and his son joined the US Navy.

In short, being white is awesome.

We have no coffee AT ALL in this office because nobody wanted to be responsible for (a) making a pot of coffee in the morning or (b) rinsing out the carafe at the end of the day.

I ended up buying a $10 coffee maker from Target about 5 years ago because of this. Not only was I the one making the coffee, I was the one cleaning the coffee pot at the end of the day. I didn't mind doing one or the other, but both of them every day? So, I tried an experiment. I just didn't clean out the coffee one day, and someone actually came into my office and asked me about it. I said "I happened to buy coffee today, I'm sure that one of the other people who drinks coffee can make it". And I kept doing that. That coffee stayed in the coffee maker so long that IT GREW MOLD. I didn't know that coffee could do that! Finally, someone cleaned it out. I bought my coffee maker the next day.

I still have it.

I get angry beyond words when I think about the WWII-era internment situation where Japanese-Americans were getting rounded up while my German immigrant great-grandfather went about his merry way, and his son joined the US Navy.

And the Germans didn't have to sign a loyalty pledge to get into the armed services once the US realized they needed more soldiers. I once got into a screaming match with a former co-worker who argued that the internments were appropriate. She was German, as am I.