a journal of the random items that appear on the up-for-grabs table of my office's break room. it may not seem exciting, and, well, that's because its not. yet, that doesn't stop people from dropping by to my cube to tip me on the generous offering of Reader's Digest and abandoned assortment of fuzzy re-wrapped peppermints. yes, sometimes these items can be scary, but i believe this phenomenon deserves a home.
What do people leave? Has your lunch been stolen? Does your coffee suck? (ours does) I’ll bet some of your coworkers are pretty nasty and you overhear some insanity. All that said, be careful and try not to get yourself fired posting here.