Haha. Okay. Okay. Her.
I’ve teased coworkers before (dammit, why does Shirley keep baking these cookies-they’re so addicting!), but mostly we’re just laughing about it when we say it. To go into someone’s drawer and fucking STAPLING them? Da’hell?
Could she have been trying (and failing) to be funny? Because amongst the right people, that could actually have been rather amusing. It could be she meant to be over-the-top funny and just missed the mark. If you’re getting along with her otherwise, maybe this was just her way of bonding? I find it hard to believe someone would actually DO that in any serious way.
Anyway, feel free to hide your chocolate over here in my cube in suburban Chicago. I’ll take care of it for you. I promise.
So what you need to do now is wall off her cube, then fill it with candy. On a smaller scale, fill her drawers up with candy.
On a more serious side, lock your stuff down - all of it. That or tape off your space when you’re out. Some of my colleagues have “cages” instead of cubicles - they’re like cubicles, but have a lockable sliding door.
One of the vendors we use will sometimes bring in treats: box of donut, bag of chocolates, or sometimes a vegetable tray.
A co-worker actually insisted he stop bringing in donut for anybody because she couldn’t stop herself from having some.
I propose that we start a SD chocolate/candy drive and all send BrknButterfly some sweets for their desk. 
Even if the cow-orker is allergic to chocolate, she has no business doing what she did. To paraphrase a classic Doper quote, there is no such thing as second-hand chocolate.
I like this idea! 
Well pm your addy and i’ll send some Irish chocolates if you want.
It’s possible, but when she saw how peeved I was she blamed the fact that the customer or members could see it. I was like, “I have had M&Ms in that same spot for two weeks. For the last three days it has been Chocolate Nonpareils (or larger snow caps). No one has ever had an issue.” Even my boss has seen it and hasn’t said anything… and girl that tried to make a joke of it, if that was what she was trying to do… has been helping her self for the last 3 weeks.
She has an issue now? I honestly think she wanted them gone because she kept eating them because she has said time and time again, “don’t let me near these.” or “keep these away from me.” So when I saw that and she saw that I was pissed about it, I think she blamed it on the members.
Either way. Im over it unless she makes an issue about it. The boss is back tomorrow so… and either way… I am getting a big ass box of those Nonpareils before going in and sitting them right on my desk.
I like’em.
I love you.
We had someone pull that shit @ my office. There’s a group of about 10 of us who take turns bringing in donuts on Fridays. Overly Health Concious Asshole Supervisor pitched a fit, claiming it “disrupted office productivity” when we all knew it was BS. The ban on donuts only lasted 4 months, and was started back up by another supervisor who said “You don’t like it? Get over it. It’s not like the donuts are in your office.”
I had to deal with that during Lent one year. Some twerp complained to the boss that I wasn’t being respectful because I was eating sweets in the office. The boss asked me to be a little more mindful of the people around me. I just looked at him and asked if the others in the office were going to be asked to refrain from eating leavened foods during Passover because I couldn’t eat bread then. He didn’t have an answer for that, but I never heard about it again.
Self-denial involves self-discipline. It’s not my place to force you to observe your own self-imposed dietary restrictions, be they religious or otherwise.
Tell your co-worker to shit in their hat.
Robin
Now this is bullshit. I (at my last job in Denver) made a breakfast burrito run about twice a month or so. The people that didn’t want one said so, and saved me $1.79 next time.
I occasionally had the opposite problem. Every so often someone would bring in some sort of treat and leave it by the manager’s office for everyone to help themselves. Invariably someone would make a point of stopping by my cubicle to make sure that I knew it was there, since she hadn’t seen me take anything. I would thank her (it was almost always one of the women) and explain, for the umpteenth time, that I was trying to lose weight and didn’t want any donuts, or cookies, or whatever.
Um, I ALSO have a problem with a coworker complaining of my delicious chocolate. puppy dog eyes
But they’re a member of a religion which strictly prohibits hat shitting, except on the highest holy days.
I must have nice coworkers. If there’s a treat somewhere they just say “Hey, there’s some treats over there if you want some” and leave me to my own devices.
Marc
I’d rather spend the 20 clams on chocolate. 