Not much, this month. Let's kick it off with an "all so tiresome" run of the mill fuckup, shall we?
What's all this, then? Shall we zoom in a bit and take a closer look?
Ahh right, "no garden waste", so we have not, of course, scraped up a great big pile of fallen leaves and stuffed them in there, have we? That'd make us look rather the ignorant, barely-literate scum-wit, wouldn't it?
More nobel prizes than many entire countries, this city...
On to some more ordinary stupidity. The lab had clinical waste bins, for biological waste that was potentially infectious, or just rotting dead tissue and bacterial growth medium. Of course, that is absolutely not the place for putting clean, recyclable paper, which some delivery came packaged in, is it?
Those clinical waste bags were very thin, and easy to puncture, so of course, we made sure nothing long and thin, which could easily poke through them, was put inside, didn't we? Things like disposable plastic pipette tips, because we were, of course, made fully aware on week 1, day 1 that there's special metal bins for those tips, which are taken away for autoclaving once they are full.
Yep, we certainly didn't go ejecting any of those long pipette tips in the money-savingly-shitty thin, easy-tear clinical waste bags, did we? Because doing that would be as thick as pigshit.
Oh, sorry, I forgot where I was for a moment. Of course they did it.
But they were so busy dontcha' know. That metal bin is such a vast, impassable, insurmountable distance further away from where they were sitting!
Or maybe they're just fucking thick, clueless, idle cunts. That too.
One morning, I came in and went to the cupboard where all the mugs are. There's a new sticker on the shelf inside. "Visitors cups only". A good yell of "Ohhh Fuck YOU, Stammer" later, I proceeded to completely ignore that instruction for a good 'nother month.
Also I think that time I called him Stammer at the top of my voice was the time it "became known". It was early, so only a couple of people were around, and busy, but much later on, when a manager was having a go at me for telling the truth, he said "I know he gets a bit of a stutter, when he gets excited...". Yeah, to say the fuck'n least.
Anyway, eventually Stammer finally herds all of the staff into no longer keeping their mugs in the cupboard for mugs, but on top of a filing cabinet in the corridor. Like what the fuck? What could possibly be the point of that? How is that any better or improved? Literally just pointless, time-wasting bullshit for no other reason than so he can prove to himself that he's "in charge".
Anyway, Stammer was very far from the only thick, arrogant, jumped-up little cuntwit in that building. There were also several of the "hard and cool" types. You know, the sort who got bullied to fuck at school, but now they're working at a science lab, and around other bullied nerds, they have to prove to themselves what a hard, cool badass they actually are, with absurd posturing and stupid behaviour. Stupid behaviour like taking off their lab coat and tossing it onto something, like a cool basketball player like Michael Jordan. Guess where one fucker tossed their labcoat?
That's right, ON TOP OF THE MUGS PEOPLE DRINK FROM. A LABCOAT! LAYING ON THE MUGS PEOPLE USE FOR DRINKING! The mugs that would have safely been inside a cupboard in the kitchen, if only Stammer hadn't felt the need to show off how "in charge" he was, randomly one morning. Fuck you, Stammer.
I, er, don't remember what was wrong here. Looks fine to me. The sharps bin at the bottom of the pic looks a tad overfilled, mind you.
And finally...
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The mind fucking boggles...