What's that smell?
I shouldn't really say anything about the company's goings on, lest you guess which company I speak of, but I must get this out.

People are fucking stupid.

I do believe the young chap was having a tiff at a superior over a written warning of some description, for later that afternoon, I recall seeing him not being a very happy chap, storming off into the kitchen, then returning not a minute later, then going straight for the front door. Odd.

On my next break an hour later, I wonder to the kitchen in search of the Vending Machine of Hope (thank you, vending machine lady, for stuffing up and allowing 6c Maggi 2-minute noodles to be mine). However, I notice that the kitchen no longer smells of mold and plastic, but smoke.

Frantically searching around, I find the sandwich press plugged in and left on. Inside was paper towel, that was smoldering.

Guess who wanted revenge?

:(

Turns out that the young chap, earlier that day, emptied the closest fire-extinguisher all over the carpet. Such a nice, well rounded boy.

Never saw him again. I hear he gets out in 6 months.
( glasnt is playing herself off., Wed 9 Sep 2009, 12:03, Reply)