Return of the Chicken

My Revenge:

So this morning. I walk past the cubicle of the employee bitching about the recycling box not being compost like they thought. They are STILL bitching about me telling them off.

So I promptly went to our garbage, found the bag I put that chicken in last night. Had our receptionist make a awesome looking Greeting Card that said "I was thrown into the recycling by someone who was not intelligent enough to follow directions. Does anyone want to adopt me?"
And put it on the breakroom table.

Ha.
I can here that employee in there right now. Throwing it away.
Good times. 

Later:
My boss just walked by.
Him - "Did you put up that greeting card?"
Me - "Yep"
Him - "Awesome."
He gave me a high five and a 20 dollar gift card to our theaters.
I love that gentle tard.  

Recycled Chicken

I am at lunch.
I see fellow employees.
I sit down and we begin talking.
Not so smart employee #1 - "I noticed that the sink in our office wasn't draining."
Me - "Did you try the disposal?"
Employee - "Ug no I don't use those."
Me - "Why?"
Employee - "Too much energy is used. I just put my stuff in the compost."
Me - "That makes sense...wait, we don't have a compost."
Employee - "It looks like one."
Me - "What looks like one?"
Employee - "That bag behind the shelf. It's always got stuff in it."
Me...thinking hard. "The fucking cardboard recycle bag?"
Employee shrugs - "I don't know I didn't look."
Me - "It's not even in the kitchen!"

I get back to site. Yep. There is food of ALL kinds in the very very clearly identified "CARDBOARD RECYCLING" cubicle.
I call cleaning.
And I then realize that I have had four complaints of a strange smell coming from that area.
That would be the fucking chicken that was under an old packing box.
What a shithat.