Welcome to the rot box

We have a little black box at work.

Noooo, it isn’t a flight data recorder.

Some call it the refrigerator.

I call it the rot box.

It is the place leftovers (from last night, last week, last month, last year????) go to die.

It’s not like I care what kind of garbage is stashed away in there (geeeeez I’d be afraid to look inside those bags) and I know I am as guilty as the next guy when it comes to leaving my well-intended “lunch” sit in the black box a little too long.

But take a look at this fridge.

Pretty small, isn’t it?

Hard to believe it’s shared by more than two dozen people, huh?

If you haven’t looked inside the rot box lately where you work, take a look.

If you find your long-lost lunch, please eat it.

If you can't eat it, please remove it.

~Linda

Comments

[Joel]

I took care of that frozen dinner in the upper right:)
Mmm mmm good!