Well, That's Disturbing.

Today at work, I went to the kitchen to grab the half a sandwich I'd left there yesterday. I noticed somebody had moved a lot of stuff around in the fridge, so it was pushed all the way to the back. While back there, I noticed a jar of olives. I love olives, so I took it out to see whose intials were on it so I could ask to take some. And there were initials on it. Mine. Upon further inspection, I realized that this was a very distinctive jar of olives that I had received as part of a holiday gift basket. Last year. There is a sign on the fridge claiming that the cleaning staff tosses everything in the fridge each Friday, so I had put the olives there when I got them (last December) after opening, and totally forgot about them.

They were so disgusting looking I can't even tell you. I think they had evolved into a higher life form.

Yuck!