Many happy returns of the day, Karl!

On a separate note, a completely overflowing parking lot prevented me from celebrating Cinco de Mayo as I'd intended last night: watching a mechanical bull throw rednecks like rag dolls at a local Mexican restaurant. Nothing says "we appreciate your business" like a spinal injury!

I settled for takeout pastor tacos from a nearby place, guacamole, and catching up on my DVR.

Brains are weird.

My monthly refills of expensive cancer treatment tablets come in a standard sealed bottle inside a heavy-gauge quart-sized ziploc bag. Very heavy gauge -- feels about twice as thick as my regular freezer bags.

They are marked with a 5" x 5" bright yellow square, with big black letters declaring "CAUTION HAZARDOUS DRUG observe safety precautions for handling and administration." I have eighteen of them now.

I roll them up small, and tuck them away in a kitchen drawer. I haven't been able to bring myself to throw them away. I could use them for freezer bags, but I haven't been able to make myself do that yet, either. I don't know why.

I keep thinking that someday I am going to pack a couple of lunch sandwiches in one and take it to work to see what sort of reaction I might get, but I haven't done that yet either, and I only need one or two for that anyway.

I know I should use them or purge them, but...I can't. Yet.

So weird.

You totally should use them but if you aren't ready to yet for whatever reason stashing them in a drawer doesn't sound like a bad interim plan. Perhaps your subconscious or whatever is driving the bus on this has something specific in mind that hasn't arisen yet. Movies have led me to believe that sort of thing happens pretty much all the time, although all the examples I can think of the reason is actually aliens.

Perhaps the perfect use will occur, DCP. I like your suggestions already, though.

Felicitations on the anniversary of your natal day, Karl! And many happy returns.

Hey, it would keep people from stealing your sandwich from the work fridge! Yeah, I have a time purging perfectly useful items too.

Oooh! Work fridge sandwiches for the win!

Sorry, wrong thread.

See, I would be sorely tempted to steal a CAUTION HAZARDOUS DRUG sandwich, if I were inclined to office lunch thievery, which I am not, because even though I freelance I respect the sanctity of the office fridge.

ah, but so many do not - it's one of those issues that comes up over and over in Ask A Manager (and it has in my personal experience as well) ... although there are any number of people who would just ignore the hazardous drug sign, figuring it might be a fun drug