Today, I was officially scorned by the office cleaning lady. Despite my daily ‘good mornings’ to her and rigorous attempts to make her feel like a just-as-worthy human being, I’m pretty sure she hates me right now.

Why, you ask?

The thing is, each of us have a little rubbish bin under our desk, which is essentially a rectangular plastic bin with a grey plastic bag lining it. I assumed, wrongfully(?) that we could throw garbage in it. Today, my lunch was particularly saucy, so when she came around in the afternoon to empty our garbage bins, she noticed that mine was particularly wet.

Her face was hidden by her tri-fold SARS mask, but the disdain in her eyes could not be missed as she said, ‘Next time, wrap up your lunch better!’ I remarked back to her, ‘But isn’t that a garbage bin?’ She just replied, while picking through my wet garbage, ‘We reuse garbage bags,’ or something to that effect.

So basically, her job is to come around 2ce a day with a large garbage bag, and empty all of our smaller bins’ contents into her bag. The last time I encountered something that cheap was when I worked at a fast food chain owned by an East Indian family (no offense). At the time, *I* was forced to do the exact same thing, which was to lift giant sized garbage bins and, if they were not yet full, empty one garbage bag’s contents into another just to save 0.002 cents.

Anyway, I’ve learned my lesson. Next time, I’ll throw my wet food stuff into someone else’s garbage bin. 😀