Garrafon Nazi

Not sure if any of you remember or not, but when I first started my new job back in Canada I had only been in the office 3 weeks before I changed the garrafon (water bottle) 4 times. I bitched about it slightly here. This was out of hand, out of control, and I was over it.

Since then I've been a bit of a Garrafon Nazi in that I will avoid having to change the water bottle at all cost. I feel like I've served my water bottle changing duties in Mexico already about a million times more than everyone else in this office, so I shouldn't have to change it anymore since I'm officially a retired garrafon operative.

I am however, a little horrified at how uneducated and awkward everyone is when I witness some other poor soul replacing the water bottle. Did you know they have no clue they are suppose to wipe the top off with a wet paper towel (and dry it too)? They are completely absentminded about the fact that the water backs up the cooler onto the outside of the water bottle and all the dirt on the outside ends up in your mouth.

So, I've had to educated them on various aspects of water duties. Cleaning the bottle before putting it up, pealing the seal of the top first (lots of people don't know this), and of course, the most graceful and efficient way of picking up the garrafon and topping it over onto the water cooler. To be honest I'm still horrified that they are just not that well educated about the whole thing.

Yet, I carry on in my garrafon nazi-ism.

In fact, yesterday, oh how this makes me giggle. Ok so yesterday *giggles*, I went to get some water. I noticed that the garrafon was empty. But me, in all my garrafon knowledge, I knew that there may be enough water already inside the water cooler to give me the amount I needed.

So I drained the water cooler out and filled my bottle to the top. I looked around, smiled and contently went and sat back at my desk.

Funny how such a stupid thing could make me feel so satisfied. But like I said, I'm retired...

...muahahahahaha!