I hate karma
So I'm stuck working nights through June. This isn't too much of a hassle, as the light is visible at the end of the tunnel. Over two years of sleeping light shit will finally be over, and I'll make regular appearances during daylight. Still, the final hurrah of the third-shift is going out like a bitch, and that light on the far side of the tunnel is neck-and-neck with the end of my tether.
Tonight's folly is my fault entirely, and frankly, I deserved it. There is a cafeteria at work that's closed at night, but they leave out cups, plates, and napkins for us to pilfer. This evening, I crept into the dark cafeteria and snagged a large plastic cup, planning on filling it with water from a water bottle and brining it back to my desk. On the way out, I noticed the Cystal Light fountain, normally emptied and shut off, was happily bubbling away with lemonade! I felt like sticking it to the man, so I started filling my cup , smiling at the prospect of lemon-flavored water (it's the little things that carry me through long nights). That's when I noticed the label on the Crystal Light fountain said "Fruit Punch", but the dispenser was clearly pouring lemonade... I had about a third of a cup filled at this point, so I took a quick gulp. Nothing steals your breath like a mouthful of chlorine. Apparently, tonight was the night they decided to clean the device, filtering chlorinated water through the fountain. Karma, my friends, is a pain in the ass.
Tonight's folly is my fault entirely, and frankly, I deserved it. There is a cafeteria at work that's closed at night, but they leave out cups, plates, and napkins for us to pilfer. This evening, I crept into the dark cafeteria and snagged a large plastic cup, planning on filling it with water from a water bottle and brining it back to my desk. On the way out, I noticed the Cystal Light fountain, normally emptied and shut off, was happily bubbling away with lemonade! I felt like sticking it to the man, so I started filling my cup , smiling at the prospect of lemon-flavored water (it's the little things that carry me through long nights). That's when I noticed the label on the Crystal Light fountain said "Fruit Punch", but the dispenser was clearly pouring lemonade... I had about a third of a cup filled at this point, so I took a quick gulp. Nothing steals your breath like a mouthful of chlorine. Apparently, tonight was the night they decided to clean the device, filtering chlorinated water through the fountain. Karma, my friends, is a pain in the ass.