The Signature Stench Of A Scarcity Of Self-Awareness
I work in an office connected to a large warehouse. The office microwave has recently been moved out to a well-ventilated part of the warehouse, at the back, near a big door that’s always open.
I’m using the microwave when another office coworker walks over.
Coworker: “Ugh… I hate that they moved the microwave all the way out here. I wonder why they did that?!”
I look into her plastic container containing nothing but tuna and eggs.
Me: “It’s a mystery.”
My coworker then removes a second container from her bag, containing broccoli, fine beans, and diced garlic.
The Signature Stench Of A Scarcity Of Self-Awareness
I work in an office connected to a large warehouse. The office microwave has recently been moved out to a well-ventilated part of the warehouse, at the back, near a big door that’s always open.
I’m using the microwave when another office coworker walks over.
Coworker: “Ugh… I hate that they moved the microwave all the way out here. I wonder why they did that?!”
I look into her plastic container containing nothing but tuna and eggs.
Me: “It’s a mystery.”
My coworker then removes a second container from her bag, containing broccoli, fine beans, and diced garlic.
Coworker: “I swear, it makes no sense!”