Ode to the office Fridge:

Lurking in the corner, white and frosty.
Holding forgotten food growing green and mossy.

A fortress of long forgotten meals,
of plastic bags and vacuum seals.

Where value is not measured in gold and such,
But in taste and time and “ordered to much”

Although best of intentions on were on your mind,
Someone’s last drops of latte is what you will find.

Salsa and mustard and sauces and stuff,
If only someone would clean it up.

Seriously, clean it up- I cant keep anything in there. Honestly, who saves this stuff?
Is there anything worse than the shared office fridge? Sometimes I think it is a microcosm of what will happen if left to our own unsupervised devices.