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2005-01-29 
 

enviropiles and other office oddities

We have a janitor with an environmental complex. People who've thrown papers or cans into their trash baskets will find them the next morning placed neatly on a corner of their desks.

Someone made the mistake of mentioning this to our battle axe of an admin...ok it was me, but I didn't intend any harm! During an unguarded moment I told her the story as an amusing anecdote. Mostly because I'm a bit of an envirohound myself and thought it was neat that the janitor cared too. Big Mistake. Shortly after my telling her, she sent off a scathing email to the director of building management which soundly slapped him for allowing his employees to be so "disrespectful". I know this because she cc'd the entire office on the mail.

We didn't have any more enviropiles left out after that, but every once in a while a random bottle or can will be placed on the edge of a cube. The poor guy just can't help himself! He wants to save the world one can at a time, and I can respect that.

In fact, while I'd heard many folks complain about the enviropiles before the nasty email went out, everyone seems to have had a change of heart. This morning, old Battleaxe came by and queried what an empty soda bottle was doing balanced on top of a cube wall. My coworker, who'd been one of the worst non-recyclers pre-email, claimed the can atop the cube as her own and marched it down the hall to the recycling bin. I know for a fact that the bottle belonged to someone else.

So in a twisted way, the nasty attitude of old Battleaxe ended up accomplishing what the janitor had hoped for all along: an office that recycles.

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