Divershitty In The Workplace

Thursday 7:15 AM.

I'm at work and having fired up my PC, I grab my cup and walk over to the lunch room to fix myself a cup of tea. The air vent above my office has been spewing out mold spores over the past couple of weeks. Management is "looking into the problem" as related in their e-mail a few days ago. I've developed a respiratory infection/allergy of some sort as a result. I drink a couple of cups of the tea with some lemon and honey mixed in to settle my system down while I put in the required 8 hours.

As I'm washing out my cup, a disgustingly rail thin Hindu enters the room. He's about 5'6", 120 pounds or less, with big bulging brown eyes and buck teeth; greasy unkept black hair atop his head.The fucker looks like he hasn't slept in about 2 weeks. The first thought entering my head: Tuberculosis. I expect him to wait for me to finish using the sink and then he will wash his cup and grab his morning Joe.

No sir!

He walks up to the coffee machine, picks up the coffee pot (regular, not decaf) and EMPTIES THE CONTENTS FROM HIS CUP INTO THE POT! He then places the pot back on the warmer and starts to walk out of the room. "What the fuck are you doing?" I ask. He turns and faces me, looks at pot, looks at me, looks back at the pot and then looks at me again; he doesn't know what he did wrong.

"There's other people drinking that coffee" I tell him. "I am just warming it up" says Ghandi. He turns and walks back out of the room. As he walks by the doorway, he turns downward to his left and, mouth uncovered, sneezes right onto the table wherein lie somebody's Girl Scout cookie order forms. He goes back to his desk, nothing amiss in his world.

I take the pot of coffee and empty it into the sink. I fill the pot with hot water and leave it sitting there in the sink. They'll have to do with the undisturbed Decaf this morning. I get back to my desk and fire off an e-mail to the head HR neggress, telling her of this scene. I figured that she'd be interested as she's one of the coffee drinkers in the office. She responds a couple of hours later. They're "looking into it".

...Omega Man