Some days I just have to shake my head.
Unfortunately a few weeks ago, our regular Housekeeping lady at work injured her back and has been on sick leave ever since. Suffice to say, we miss her cheery manner and great work ethic. After weeks of temporary replacements who obviously couldn't give a rat's ass about their performance, I was told a new dedicated Housekeeper had now been assigned to our floor.
Awesome! For weeks I was cleaning my office and throwing out my own garbage. No biggie really; I do it at home, so I don't mind tidying up and chucking my garbage; afterall I am the only one using the space.
Then this week, miraculously the garbage was once again cleaned out and a fresh bag stretched across my bin. Yay!
... on Monday, then again on Tuesday, once more on Wednesday... every day! What the heck? I usually only had cleaning scheduled each Tuesday night. DAILY disposal was really overkill; but I guess it was better than being totally ignored.
And then I spotted perhaps the reason my office was such a magnet for the new Housekeeper; my recently-filled candy dish had been nearly emptied overnight. In one fell swoop, my two bags of Lifesavers mints were gone, save for a few lonely pieces left to mourn the raid.
So much for the common courtesy of "help yourself to ONE or TWO".
Nope. Now it's more like "Fill your fists, pockets and backpack with as much as you can carry" attitude.
When I mentioned it to my co-workers, they weren't surprised at all. Apparently the huge jelly bean jar in the main office had been pillaged too.
Well, I guess it's time to hide the candy at night.
I really don't care about a measly few dollars; but if that buggar even TOUCHES my vintage toys I keep on my desk, he's in for a whole lotta hurt.
Take my candy, but paws off my toys!
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