Boiling my potato!

I have to admit that I'm a very irritable. And not just at certain times of the month.

And it really irritates me when my co-workers can't spell, don't know the appropriate place for an apostrophe, or don't change the roll of toilet paper.

But the one thing that seriously boils my potato, are the idiots who don't know how to microwave popcorn! Come on, people, it's not freaking rocket science!

We've had the same damn microwave for over five years. It has a popcorn button. And hey, after the first time you are nauseated by the smell of burnt popcorn wafting through the hallways, don't you think you'd realize the stupid popcorn button is not accurate and wait for your popcorn to finish? That's just four minutes out of your day as opposed to three hours of your co-workers inhaling the awful stench of your stupidity.

I just read a memo from the Seattle City justice center, letting the employees know that if they don't stop burning the popcorn, triggering the smoke alarms and causing a building-wide evacuation (which in a government building includes criminals; in a corporation, they hope you burn to death so they can stop paying your benefits) they will be forced to ban microwave popcorn. The final line of the memo? "Listen to the pop, to know when to stop". That is right up there with, "turn around, don't drown". Does everything have to rhyme for idiots to understand it? What are we looking at next? The Dr. Seuss version of your Miranda rights?

Sigh.

THE SUPREME WISDOM OF THE QUEENOSHEBA

If you're too stupid to pop a bag of popcorn in the microwave, you aren't smart enough to be employed. I think it should be listed as allowable grounds for dismissal in the employee handbook.