And once again my workplace reeks of burnt microwave popcorn. How fucking stupid do you have to be to burn microwave popcorn so badly that it stinks up an entire floor? You put the bag in the machine, punch the button and, if you can’t figure out the right time to set, then fucking stand there and when your lizard brain detects the start of the burning smell, stop the microwave. I mean, it still means that you’re too stupid to figure out the popping without the burning, but at least you’re minimizing the olfactory evidence of your incompetence and sparing the rest of us.
And on a related matter, you there, the bitch who microwaves marinated fish fillets every other fucking day and makes the place unbearable with the stench? Knock it the fuck off.
Eloquently put. That used to happen at one of my jobs by one of the secretaries. And it was in one of those modrun new buildings on the Square that displayed a dismal lack of engineering skill, because the HVAC somehow would move the air from the kitchen, which was in the center of the floor, and disseminated to the entire office. The receptionist knew what EVERYone ate because it puffed out right over her head. That burnt popcorn smell gets into clothes, everything!
Our entire facility was evacuated twice last year because of a certain department’s toaster oven. The smoke set off the fire alarms. The first time it was toast, and IIRC the second time it was bacon.
I’m attempting to come up with an even marginally rational explanation for why one would want to try and cook bacon in a toaster oven, ever, and failing miserably.
They are still forcing everyone else to deal with the stink.
There are all sorts of things that I like the taste of that would be inappropriate for me to eat at work. Is there nothing else she can eat? Can’t she satisfy her burnt popcorn jones at home?
You think it’s bad that the floor smells like popcorn? A few months ago, somebody put a cup of coffee in the microwave, and added an extra “0” to the clock. They promptly walked away, while the cup melted, the coffee spilled everywhere, and the microwave caught fire. The fire department was called, and they had to bust out a window to clear the room of smoke. They then used a fire extinguisher to put out the microwave fire. :rolleyes:* I can probably dig up some pictures if anybody’s interested, a company-wide memo was put out warning us of the dangers of microwaves! :eek:
*My eyes are not rolling at the fire department response. They are rolling because the fire department got there, presumably within three minutes of receiving the call, and the fire was still small enough to use a fire extinguisher. One would think somebody in the building would have used a fire extinguisher, instead of freaking out and evacuating the building.
People should NOT walk away from a microwave that is running! That “Popcorn” button doesn’t always work correctly. I figured out I needed 15 seconds LESS than that setting so it wouldn’t burn.
Santo Rugger , I would like to see pictures if it wouldn’t be too difficult.
Misuse of microwave is one of my work pet peeves. Grrr
The lady who likes burnt popcorn is rude and thoughtless. If she doesn’t keep that at home, she should at least pop it at home to bring in, though even cold burnt popcorn stinks.
What if someone thinks perfectly cooked popcorn smells horrible? Should everyone in the office be told they can’t make popcorn because it stinks up the entire office?
I have a lady that sits directly outside of my office that every day at 10AM she pops a bag of popcorn and sits in her cube eating it. I cannot stand the smell of popcorn. I don’t care if it’s burnt or not burnt…it stinks to me and has been known to cause me to feel sick to my stomach.
I close my office door for an hour and even afterward if I walk down the hallway I can still smell it.
The other lady I referenced makes a bag of burnt popcorn probably once a week. It stinks to me as well.
In general people don’t think when it comes to smells in the office be it food or perfume or lotion or whatever.
In law, they speak of a “reasonable person”. A hypothetical reasonable person thinks burned popcorn smells bad. Said hypothetical reasonable person doesn’t think regular popcorn is intolerable.
ETA: In other words, most people are going to assume it’s not a problem for them to cook popcorn in the office. Since it sounds like it is, for you, then you should speak up and let them know. If it’s truly as bad as you describe, they can probably talked into walking to another floor, or farther from your office to cook their popcorn. Your problem with the popcorn could probably be resolved without even resorting to management.
My freshman year of college a kid tried to make popcorn while drunk, set the time for something crazy like 30 minutes, then passed out. He started his microwave on fire and the RA had to rescue him.
Probably so. I just close my door and try to avoid it so it’s not a huge issue for me. But I can see where one person’s burnt popcorn could be another person’s blackberry-orange-jasmine-clove lotion or last night’s fish leftovers.
It’s a subjective thing I guess is what I’m saying.
I used to work with a guy who would broil carp two times a week. What a horrible stench. I had a customer ask me if something died after getting a whiff of it.
I know far too many people who like burnt popcorn (2, in fact).
Cruel is making a bag of Ultra-butter popcorn and walking around cubeville so everyone smells it. It’s fun, but cruel.
Sadistic is burning the stuff first.
I’ve kind of gotten used to the smell, since I live with one of the two people I know who regularly burns it, but it just seems 10 times worse at work. No, that’s an exaggeration, maybe 3X worse.
And the fish people. That one microwave in the break room still smells like fish.
Aries28 , of course you are 100%. I didn’t think of that because I think of popcorn as food of the gods. That said, I think popcorn popped the “old fashioned” way smells wonderful. Some of that oil crap, whatever you call it, used in the microwave popcorn smells very nasty though.
I try not to put ANYthing into the microwave at work that might offend someone, however, one time I brought a salmon frozen dinner for lunch totally not thinking. One of my co-workers stalked out to have a cigarette “because it smelled so bad.” I would have felt worse than I did, but she is perpetually offended anyway.
I loathe eggs. I mean, loathe them. I honestly believe given the choice of eating live worms or scrambled eggs, I’d choose the worms.
That said, I came into the breakroom to find someone boiling an egg in a Tupperware container. The egg had exploded and there were egg guts all over the microwave, which was still merrily humming along.
I managed to stop the microwave and get out of there without losing my breakfast, but just barely.
