Unfiltered Story #364070

(I’m about to do a job at work that requires me to be in a room, directing my full attention on the project, for about 2 1/2 hours. Although I can get someone to cover for a minute on a bathroom break, for example, I need to be back in as quickly as possible. So I really can’t be out and about at my leisure. About 40 minutes before my job is to start, I decide to go into the kitchen and put my dinner in the toaster oven. It will be done in about 15 minutes, plenty of time for me to eat before I’ll have to be in the room for an extended period, since I won’t be able to keep going out to check on it, prepare my meal, etc. As I’m walking into the work kitchen with a piece of tinfoil, another coworker, known for being inconsiderate, is walking out. He spots the tinfoil and laughs.)

Coworker: Haha, I *just* fired up the toaster oven!

Me: Nooo!

Coworker: *still chuckling* Yeah, well!

(And he walked away. No offer to share the space inside the toaster oven, or let me use it first – since, when I looked in the oven, I saw a GIANT butterflied pork chop that would take easily an hour to cook. I know it was just an unfortunate coincidence that he got to it just before me, but knowing I was going into a long job, he couldn’t even bother to offer a solution so one of us wasn’t getting screwed out of dinner? I bitterly resigned myself to my salad to hold me over.)