An ode to the office toaster

I just received this email from my boss:

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Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2011 14:22:24 +0200

Subject: Sandwich toaster

  

Hi All,

The sandwich toaster (I could call it a Snackwich but I fee like that's a trademark so I won't) is dead. Long live the sandwich toaster!

Someone dropped it, and the plastic case cracked and compressed onto the heating element. Consequently, when it was used, it emitted a foul-smelling plastic burning odour that got me worried about where our nearest fire extinguisher was.

If there is significant (or even overwhelming) motivation, we can replace it. Vote by returning this e-mail with a Yes or No reply.

We mourn the loss. Personal acts or mourning may involve eating non-toasted sandwiches for a day, or a week, or bringing cold toasted sandwiches from home. (Personally, I wasn't that close.)

+ Boss (no he doesnt sign boss I changed his name in case you know him haha)


My lovely poetic response:

On 2011-07-13 14:56, Carlette wrote:

My ode the dear sandwich toaster:
Toaster toaster where for art thou toaster
your sizzling heat made me comfortable in my work seat
so much so that life without you
is terribly blue
There's something so comforting about melted cheese, wrapped in a crisp buttery blanket of bread
So please, do not bury the toaster forever
Because without it, life will be like a ball of "whatever".

I thank you and look forward to meeting the new toaster! :)

hahaha I thought he might appreciate the humour especially because our office is going through some tough times. His response below (I think he smiled a bit)

"I can see productivity levels are at an all-time high :-)

Vote acknowledged."


Can you tell that I was not poetically inclined in school and nothing much has changed hahaha