Imagine my shock (and slight horror) when, at lunch today, the boss stands up, goes to the freezer, opens it, and announces something along the lines of look at all these decrepit bananas; I shall, upon my most immediate convenience, take them home and bake them into a tasty banana bread for all to enjoy.
Say what?! I sat dazed and confused, convinced I had been exposed and surely would be fired for my satirical view of the beloved freezer. She continued to announce the 4-year old popsicles ought to be dumped.
Take a look at our newly cleaned freezer:
The brick of butter is still there.
And, so far, I'm still employed here.
So, let's celebrate by finally finding out what's being kept in that big deep freezer we also have in the office: