Apparently, I make a pretty darn good sandwich. You'll notice in journals passed at other jobs I've worked at, people stole my sandwich out of the fridge.


So, Kristin goes to the fridge today...mind you, I don't normally bring lunch becuase we have a super cheap cafeteria in the building which I love! Anyway, my sandwich had disappeared. I called for it...it didn't answer. It left me. They clean out the fridge on fridays and it's Wednesday so that's not it.


I think I might still have the "Don't freaking touch my sandwich or suffer my wrath" sign saved on a floppy somewhere.

(sigh) The joys of temping...