Some things really get people worked up. Religion. Politics. The office refrigerator.
An article in The Seattle Times stirs up the moldy yogurt by recounting some office fridge horror stories, including one from a woman whose leftover spaghetti was stolen—along with her daily medication.
I was pretty upset, so I went back to my desk to write up a sign and basically asked if the person could at least return my meds to me. I posted it on the fridge for about three days. Nothing. Luckily for me, my meds weren’t life threatening. But that was what bothered me, was that whomever took my lunch wouldn’t have known that.
The article includes a sidebar with tips on sharing a fridge peacefully: Label everything, don’t hog shelf space, and seal stuff well so it won’t stink. The blog WebCudgel has a few rules to add to that: Keep track of what is yours, eat only what is yours, and don’t use the fridge to store groceries—portion them out at home and bring them to the office in smaller containers.
Just don’t touch my peanut butter.