If it were blood, and not water...

It'd look like a murder scene in the break room :p

I was swapping out the bottle on the water cooler, and slap me around and call me Susan if it didn't slip and splash all over the walls. And me. Aaand the table/chair/cooler/floor/yeahokyougetthepicture. But at least it landed on it's bottom so I could swear at it, kick it with my good foot, then try again to defy the laws of gravity and install it without losing half it's contents in the process.

I'm sort of glad that it's like 6:30 in the morning and none of my lazy-tard co-workers will be here for another hour, because they sure as hell won't lift a finger to change it, but I'd be mocked for my failure to swap it out like it was some demented Cirque de Soliel perfomance. (Although usually I'm quite good with it, SINCE I GET SO MUCH PRACTICE.) Even though we have 3 males and even more burly female employees, apparantly -I- am the only one capable of changing out the 5 Gallon Water Bottles on the water cooler. I think it sat empty for nearly a week once, before I gave in and changed it. Lazy Fat Retards.

I'm sorry that I'm temporarily gimped and have limited mobility :p Ignore the fact that I've been overworking myself, and was freakishly ill this weekend. Lazy Lazy FattieFat LAZOS. /rant

I'd have let it go this time too, just to see how long it'd take for someone to change it, instead of complain forlornly that "The water bottle is empty..." But as I mentioned, I'm sick, and my hydration needs must be met :p

(And Baltimore Tap Water is only good for stripping paint off cars.)