I used to work as a clerical temp the summer after I graduated from HS (my main marketable skill being able to type at 95 wpm and knowing how to use WordPerfect), and often brought in sandwiches or leftovers from home to save money, as I was paid a whopping $5/hour (in 1988). Then one day my sandwich (which I had put in a plain brown bag with no label or anything) was eaten. The raider left me my soda, though. (I guess RC Cola wasn’t up to their high standards of cola-ness.)
I didn’t starve, but I did have to go out to get a sandwich at a deli, which cost me almost 2 hours’ worth of take-home pay in midtown Manhattan.
I strongly suspected it was one of three superstitious secretaries that frequented that corner kitchen of the office. By “superstitious” I mean that they all went to fortunetellers on a semi-regular basis and discussed horoscopes, Tarot readings, dream interpretations, and talked about hearing ghosts at home and whatnot, which drove me nuts. We were pretty much the only ones keeping lunches in the kitchen fridge on a regular basis, since most office workers in Midtown go out to get lunch to catch their daily 15 minute dose of natural light.
Rather than confront them (and not knowing which one it might have been anyway), I drew “lidless eye” and Egyptian Ankh symbols on my next lunch bag with the warning THIS LUNCH IS CURSED in black magic marker. And then, being a lazy bastard, reused the bag as much as possible.
I ended up going through 3 or 4 bags like this, but made it through the rest of the summer without losing my lunch (so to speak), and as an added bonus, those three secretaries would stop their mystical talking whenever I came into view.
To be fair, they were perfectly civil and nice otherwise, and after reading some of the other accounts of lunch poaching by “big bosses” in this thread, I feel kinda bad now about freaking them out when I consider the possibility almost 20 years later that, well, maybe it was someone “higher up” that did it… Especially when I consider the rejection of my RC Cola, and also recall that the only person who ever commented on my “cursed lunchbag” was a VP who saw me taking it out of the fridge one day, and said to me, “Cursed?! <laughs> Do you really think that will be effective?” Hmm… :mad: