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Monday, January 11, 2010

Scoop O' Poop

It's time to give in to what?! That shart you've been holding at bay with your butt cheeks? This has to be one of the most disgusting food ads I've ever seen! Who is thinking these things up, and what moo-ron is paying them for their ideas? Because I want in on it. If gross is all it takes, I'm their girl. I've already got an idea for yogurt. It would be a close up of a big blob on the corner of someone's mouth, and it would say "It's time to swallow it." And that's just off the top of my head.

I was in an exam room cleaning the table after a patient left, when my gaze swept over the supply container. We have a clear, plastic cylinder in every room that has tongue depressors and q-tips in it- the ones on the end of a long wooden stick. Normally they're in there cotton tip down, but there was one with the cotton tip sticking up. And it had a big golden chunk of wax on it. "UUGGHH!" I took the container out of the room and showed it to everyone, because I wanted to make sure everyone had an opportunity to be grossed out. Then I took a picture of it, I intended to take the camera home and load it on my computer, but then I forgot. Maybe later. It was obviously human ear goo, pet wax looks different. We all figured it was a client who either thought it was funny OR they were disgruntled from having to wait too long, so they were like "I'll show them!", and left us a shiny surprise. At least I thought this until I showed my prize to the last co-worker on my list, and she said "I've found those before!!" So this leads me to believe an employee is the culprit, which I find disturbing. Why would someone who works there dig treasure out of their ear and leave it for someone else to deal with? It may seem like a small thing, but it speaks of an angry, possibly malicious personality.
My theory is it's the same person who takes their daily dump at work EVERY SINGLE MORNING. This poop perpetrator has been identified, we'll call her Fantasia. Every day she comes in, makes a GIANT cup of coffee that she works on for about 30 minutes to an hour (she's certainly not working on anything else), then she'll slip into the can for a good 10-15. The cue for her exit is a 5 second "sssshhhhhhh" which is the sweet sound of the Lysol dispensing it's perfume, so it can mingle with the doody cloud, leaving the pleasant "farts and flowers" combination.
WHY is she okay with that??! I would make an effort to get up a few minutes earlier, ya know, have my coffee at HOME, so that my colon is clean BEFORE I hit the office (actually, that is what I do). I just don't get it! And this I why I think she's the q-tip culprit as well, a criminal who leaves things instead of taking them.
By the way, Fanstasia is because she is one of those people who sings in a "listen to how beautiful my voice is" way, and she actually said once that she could've made it on American Idol. Whenever she starts in, I clench my teeth to either A)keep myself from telling her to shaddup or B) keep myself from laughing- depending on my mood.

You know what I never get tired of? Different people making the same comments over and over when I'm walking Indy. "Are you walking her or is she walking you?" "Is that a horse or a dog?" Hahahahahaaaaaa.....it never gets old.
So putting our Christmas tree out in freezing temps overnight while leaving a sprinkler drizzling on it has become a Griffin family tradition...


I love this picture, her expression and posture say "I'm really, really cold"


The fact that she's wearing Aaron's water shoes might have something to do with that...



By the way, Tatum took those pictures. I told her to take a picture of the tree, she took the rest on her own. I see blogging in her future, she's a natural..

3 comments:

Christy said...

Admittedly, like dark chocolate, earwax's bitter flavor requires an educated palate. I'm sure the person thinks they're leaving beautiful hand crafted lollipops for their beloved co-workers.

I like your ice tree, it reminds me of when I used to live in Denver and fountains would freeze. Once Becca and I walked to the middle of my apartment complex pond/lake to investigate further.... we are lucky we didn't fall through the ice. Mind you, I don't think we weighed more than 100 combined.

Anonymous said...

What is the chance that Fantasia ever reads your blog? Are you not concerned that you might hurt her feelings.... oooh sorry, this is Jenny, right? No chance LOL

I guess you and Aaron are both in the "sewage" business.

Love

Dad

Anonymous said...

HA! I would buy your yogurt, Jen! Not your lollies, though, my palate is too ignorant for that flavor.
I think the pond-ice incident Christy is referring to is the same one where the ducks were somehow surprised and most of them froze into the ice overnight. Really weird to see all those lolling heads on frozen bodies stuck in the ice.