Don’t you hate it when people flake on the job? Pet peeve du jour goes out to the guy whose job it is to make sure the paper cowboy hat dispenser in the restroom is stocked. Come on!
Maybe it’s just me, but I tend wait until the absolute last possible minute before leaving my comfy cubicle and making my way to the restroom, more out of laziness than dedication to my job. Once there I inevitably find the protector sheets in fanned disarray, the result of shoving a new bunch back down through the dispenser hole, rather than opening up the box and going in the right way. Attempting to pull just one of these out results in one of two scenarios:
- The one you are trying to remove tears apart, with subsequent attempts to remove it only yielding little wax-paper snowflakes all over the stall floor.
- The one you extract is seemingly linked to all the others in the box . The result is a magic show for one, drawing one sheet after another out of the box, unable to find the seam between them, ending in a display similar to the image above.
Add the fact that you waited too long to get in there in the first place, and you’ve got yourself a real potential crisis. Sure, you can say poor planning is to blame, but that points to me and I’m just not cool with that. Blame always goes away from yourself.
For what it’s worth, there used to be a woman who restocked our bathroom at the office, and she did a pretty good job. Sure, occasionally you wouldn’t here her soft knock on the door and she’d walk in on you, but I’m sure it was no picnic for her, either. At least her attention to detail made sure everything was stocked correctly.
I miss her.
Oh, and by way of a Post Script, I finally had a real insurance adjuster come out and look at my car today. The national people told me that the shop I had quote the work was so expensive that it would almost certainly get totaled…I asked them to get a second opinion.
And the hits just keep on coming!
