Absolutely accurate and unedited couple of emails I sent on Wednesday. Not all work is work.
First: Titled, “Lost Cup”
Normally I eschew sending out emails that refer to lost articles/items. The ones about money always baffle me. Also, phones left in bathrooms? Not so much. However, this is not normal and neither is the lost article:
On Thursday last (30 December 2010) I left my pink cup and saucer (Starbucks, circa 1997) in the dishwasher here on the 11th floor. I freely admit being too lazy to walk over and retrieve it yesterday or Monday. But today when I looked in the dishwasher, and the cupboards around it, and the mailbox receptacle below the sink that serves as the ersatz lost and found/OMG you washed your personal cup in the Work Dishwasher and so we have relegated it here to punish you, it wasn’t there.
Nor did it magically appear on my desk, or the 11th floor break room.
So I ask, if anyone has seen the pink cup, and saucer (for they are a pair and really should be together, wherever they are) to please ask them to little “r” me. I want them to come home. And I promise to never ever wash them in the Work Dishwasher again.
Second: OMG FOUND! Lost Cup…
Special thanks to DG, who found my cup and sent it to the safekeeping of MMW, who appropriately kept it in a place of honor on her desk until I retrieved it, shamefacedly, while she was in a meeting.
Thank you all for your support.
The pink cup will remain in my office and is willing to take its picture with you in honor of its newfound celebrity status.
1 thought on “The Pink Cup”
Obsess much? Did they really want the Barbie Dream House when they were little? Or maybe they still have it in the china cabinet at home, proudly displayed in all it’s pink goodness?