She’s a deacon in our church. A few weeks ago, she substituted for another deacon in preparing a snack for after the service. She had bought, with her own money, a block of cheese, had cut it up, put it on a plastic plate, covered it up with plastic wrap, and brought it to church at 9:30 a.m., at which point she went to Bible study.
At 10:30, she went to transfer said cheese onto a nicer plate, but she could not find the cheese. She looked around for a time, finally finding the plate of cheese in the garbage. There were other snacks, but she was understandably annoyed, actually less about the waste of money and more about the waste of time preparing said cheese, then looking for it.
There is a policy – these are Presbyterians, so naturally there’s a policy – that food in the refrigerator need be labeled and dated, but Carol never thought that the food she brought could be dumped in an hour. (By contrast, when they cleaned out the refrigerators at my work place on July 9, we got a week’s e-mail notice, with large notices also on the fridges.)
Carol tells the deacon for whom she substituted about the situation, so she could be alerted when next that deacon served snacks the following week. Then the fun began Continue reading In the "Who moved my cheese?" department