This woman is a nightmare, her name is Susan, and Susan recently started swallowing the supplies and we have to wait for her to poop them out if we want to use them. And as if that wasn't bad enough she makes us talk her out for a walk whenever we want anything. Yesterday I took Susan for a walk and had to wait ten minutes for her to shit out a stapler.

Yeah or use one of those drill-taps they use to tap maple syrup.

I don't even want to fuck with other people's food generally, but id do this.

Where is your workplace and where are the security camera blindspots.

Exactly. This is a reaction to people being antisocial to begin with.

I literally had this argument with the coworker who would eat other people’s food:

“ did you eat my fucking sandwich??”

“Oh. It was yours?”

“Why the fuck would you do that??”

“Well i didn’t know it was yours”

“But you knew for certain it wasn’t YOURS, since you didn’t make and bring it!”

“People should label stuff if they don’t want it to get eaten”

Most frustrating person i ever met. Laziest fuck ever too. This guy couldn’t walk without dragging his feet

At one of my previous jobs it was the head of HR stealing people's food. Every time somebody complained he'd put up a sign and start "investigating", but nothing ever came of it despite having cameras pointed at the fridge. Eventually someone got tired of it, put up their own camera, and caught the head of HR on camera a couple times. Apparently the president of the company didn't care and brushed it off. I only found out because the guy with evidence blanket emailed the videos to the whole company. Of course he got written up for doing that.

So I have to cook for my clients every day. Leftovers from most meals are kept in our staff fridge because the guys will absolutely gorge themselves on them if left alone.

Every fucking morning, our old nurse would come in and head straight for the fridge to make a plate of those leftovers. Never once brought in her own breakfast or lunch. If the behaviorist didn't cook something for her for lunch when she was serving the guys, she'd go right back in the fridge.

Say there was enough for a whole other meal and we planned to use it again, put a big label like "FOR FRIDAY'S DINNER." It didn't matter... You'd go in and there'd be a huge chunk missing. One day, she actually ate a half of a half-serving tray worth of meat. I went in the next day and flipped. "Oh, I didn't know it was for today." "IT HAS A LABEL ON IT THAT SAYS IT'S FOR DINNER! I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE THEM NOW! YOU ATE HALF THE MEAT MEANT FOR 8 PEOPLE!" "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

It didn't stop her, either... The worse part is that she was skinny as a twig.

Plot twist: one guy brought in 3 locked milks.

You can buy bags with fake mold, but people will probably see it and throw your food in the trash, so I don't think it really helps.

What’s the point though if it’s empty?

udder distrust. it was right there

Empty?