work kitchen
A couple of the women in the office declared our kitchen a Superfund site and moved in with Hazmat suits to clean it up. Everything in the refrigerators not marked or dated has been unceremoniously dumped in the trash, including my leftovers from yesterday's lunch that were to become today's lunch. Instead, I got a couple of tacos at the Slop.
Now I have taco juice on my shirt. And I still need to sew a button onto these pants.
They've almost finished in the kitchen. For today, at least.
They've left the desiccated husk of what was once a peach on the counter. It's shriveled itself around the pit, and it's not much bigger.
Now I have taco juice on my shirt. And I still need to sew a button onto these pants.
They've almost finished in the kitchen. For today, at least.
They've left the desiccated husk of what was once a peach on the counter. It's shriveled itself around the pit, and it's not much bigger.