Today I heard swearing from the cafeteria. Apparently someone had not read the note regarding my temporary repairs to the water cooler, and removed the pen which served as the lever, partially flooding the kitchen.
My supervisor Tony called me into his office and informed me I was being written up for willfully damaging company property by stabbing a water cooler with a pen. I tried to explain that I had, in fact, attempted a repair upon the already broken cooler.
My supervisor paused, and asked:
“With a pen?”
I nodded. He shook his head and continued filling out an large, important looking form, whilst saying that dishonesty was frowned upon in this company and that I would be expected to cover the cost of the cooler. He also said that he was ‘very disappointed at my actions’, and it was a sign of ‘low intellect and immaturity’ that I signed my name at the scene of the vandalism ‘in order to gain further attention’.
I did not wish to cause further disagreement and simply nodded and left his office.
I do not remember getting back to my desk.
Before I went home, someone mentioned that several pictures had been broken in the hallway. I do not understand why people wish to break things for no reason. I especially liked the art along that hallway, as they were photographs of various office chairs.
When I got home, I counted my refrigerator supplies. I need to purchase more fruit cups. I only have thirty-two remaining.
The Normal Life I Have 