Microwave Mishap

We play a lot of pranks on each other at Job 2.

It keeps things interesting.

Perhaps we occasionally take it a bit far, and I strongly suspect that this is what may have happened (at my expense) today.

But then again, maybe I accidently DID set the microwave to 55:00 and not 5:50 when I was nuking my pot pie. I can't be certain.

I guess what makes me suspicious that "foul play" was involved is that yesterday, when my co-worker was making his lunch, every time he walked away from the microwave I shut if off.

Well, there's that...and that I kept putting his totes away after he took them out, and that I sent his clipboard down the belt once or twice when his back was turned, and maybe that I'd set up his empty totes so that they weren't stacked right and would fall over when he pushed them, or possibly it was the incredibly large, creepy, living black bug I put in one of his totes (and later pretended to have put in his work gloves), or he could've been holding an unfounded grudge from when I hot-glue-gunned his papers together, or taped them to the desk so that they'd rip in half when he picked them up, or... ???

:)

At any rate, 25:30 minutes of pot pie nukage creates an incredible amount of smoke, does a fair job of incinerating the microwaveable box and it's contents, melts the little plastic thingy in the center of the oven (the thing that the plate locks onto for spinning), turns the inside of the microwave an unattractive and non-reversible shade of brown, permanently burns the plate with the shape of what was being microwaved, heats the plate to such a high temp that it still melts the "grippies" off of work gloves 10 minutes after the microwave has been shut off...and creates an awkward situation when dealing with the immediate supervisor.

I really have to hand it to the immediate supervisor on this one. He tolerated the situation incredibly well, and seemed to be mostly concerned about the smoke. This, most likely, due to the fact that the building's alarms are set up in such away that if the smoke alarm goes off, the fire department is automatically notified.

I'm also quite certain that it didn't escape the immediate supervisor's attention that the two guys working right outside the breakroom were laughing about the smoke billowing from the door and that they made no attempt to stop it.

I need to find another enormous, creepy bug. I wonder how I could make it stay on a locker handle...