Surprise!!!

You live you learn. I guess…

Here I had thought that working for Bank-mart had numbed me to any potential surprises. Been there, seen that. Especially since the company I started working with was bought by Bank-mart and we began the ever-so-fun process of transition. I’ve become accustomed to most things. An OCD mail service lady that has it in for me. The non-existence of break rooms. The fact that booking conference rooms for meetings costs $75.00. And yet…

I go to our ‘kitchen’ (I use that term loosely as the only kitchen-esque quality it possesses is a sink and a fridge) to wash out my coffee tumblers.
Alas! A fellow team mate (not from our building, thank goodness) got there before me.
Now, which of the following, socially and culturally and work-placedly acceptable tasks was she there to perform? Let’s bring it back to school days with some multiple choice:

a) to pick something up from the printer
b) to fax a document
c) to put something in the fridge
d) to get a cup of afternoon coffee
e) to brush her teeth.

If you, like me, would have assumes choices a through d, you, much like me, would be in the wrong!

Because yes. The bathroom is a whole 30 yards away.

Ugh. Shudder.