Rubbish II

The plot thickens.

Ok, so we are getting used to not having a bin by the desk.

We are getting used to having to remember not to fling stuff onto the floor in the approximate area of where the bin used to be.

We are even (well, most of us) remembering not to empty the hole punch thingy over the bin that isn't there any more.

What has developed is an unforeseen obsessiveness about What Is Being Put In The Plastic Box In The Kitchen.

Let me explain. Several members of staff arrive very early* in the morning, and of course one of the first things they do is make a pot of tea. It was like an Agatha Christie story, as it was explained to me:

0715 Tea was prepared in kitchen. Plastic rubbish box empty and clean.

0715 - 0730 Tea was enjoyed by early arrivals. Plastic box in kitchen mostly empty, apart from a few used tea bags.

0745 Second pot of tea suggested (they were very thirsty apparently)

0747 Teapot taken to kitchen to be emptied out, washed and refilled with fresh brew. Plastic box now contains complete, cold, picked-clean chicken carcase.

0750 Tea enjoyed by early arrivals, but not quite as much as the first pot, as spectre of mental Henry VIII stylee entire-chicken-for-breakfast colleague now haunts them all.

Someone, somehow, in the 15-ish minutes between making two pots of tea dumped a chicken carcase in the box in the kitchen.

How? And more importantly, why? Did they bring it to work with them? Had it been in their desk all night? Did they find it in the car on the way to work and think "Bollocks, meant to boil that up for soup."

And they say office life is dull.

Other news: Went to the pub for supper** where I remmbered how much I like cider. Mmmmm cider.

We played spoof. Listening to the rules of spoof being explained to someone who was patently unable to follow them was interesting.

Remember that scene in Monty Python and The Holy Grail with the guards in the tower on the Prince's wedding day? "We're coming with you!"

It was a bit like that.

Spencer knows.




*like 7am....far too bloody early.

**Chicken curry, thanks for asking.

Rubbish

Or garbage, for the Americans among you. Trash, possibly.

Feeling much better today and am in the office. And hey, guess what? All the bins have vanished*.

The individual metal waste bins by the all the desks have gone.
The big plastic flip-top bin in the little kitchen place has gone.
The waste baskets in the conference rooms are still there I think, but for how long we don't know.

Apparently everyone came to work yesterday and discovered a bin-free zone.

Why?

Well, we asked that question.

It's all to do with recycling, apparently. We now have to put all our scrap paper into the recycling bags, which get picked up about once a week. Fair enough.

But what about banana skins, orange peel, milk cartons, apple cores, used tea bags, sandwich wrappers etcetera etcetera etcetera?**

Well, it seems that all that stuff is being dumped in a small plastic box on the counter in the kitchen. By 0945 this morning, the box was already full, mostly of tea bags. It already smelled bad.

So.

Today is a quiet day, it being the Easter week, lots of people are off on holiday. And the weather is cool today. What will it be like in a few weeks time, when the offices are all fully manned, and the weather is 10 degrees warmer?

And, more importantly, what the FUCK have they done with all the bins? Melted them down to make Spitfires?



*I don't think those two facts are related.

** Copyright: King of Siam