Take This Job And Shove It

Every time I get ice cubes from the automatic ice cube maker tray in the break room at work, I always drop at least one on the floor. And I know, it's horrible, but I just kick the shattered cube pieces underneath the refrigerator. Because I don't feel like cleaning them up. It's just water anyway, right?

But tonight I got ice and didn't drop a SINGLE PIECE. I feel pretty good about that. Except that when I went to go and get water from the fountain, the metal part on the front that you push where it says "push" fell off again. Usually I pick it up and put it back on (because I do have some sense of pride in my office facility) but today I just let it fall on the floor. Mostly because I didn't care that much, but partly because I didn't feel like picking it up. A little bit of both keeps everybody guessing.

Don't get me wrong, I love most everything about my job. It's relaxed, quiet, the people I work with are cool, the people on the phone are usually all right. Up until January 1st, I didn't have to wear business casual (that's a whole other story) dress. The list goes on and on and on.

And yet I still disrespect the drinking fountain. Have I no shame?