Maybe I shouldn't be so pi**ed

But dabnabit…

I’m sittin’ here at my desk waiting for my next call, and go to read my “Computer Bits” magazine. Which is just a free magazine that my company gets a a few delivered, and you can pick up and read. They come in the middle of each month… and can be cool to look through ads, etc.

I notice, my damn magazine is missing. I realize its free, and I can go get another one… so maybe I shouldn’t be mad. But I can’t help myself from thinking… “WTF”. How sad do you have to be to STEAL something that is FREE! I think I’m more pissed because they came to MY desk (nobody else uses my computer), found something that was on it, and took it. (and are probably justifying it because it was free to begin with). But I’m thinking, once I grab it, even if its free, isn’t it mine? Just because I acquired something for free does that give you the right to just take stuff from people’s desk?

I’m no stranger to office–theft… Usually thats having my lunch stolen though… (a totally different thread).

I’m kinda wondering if I’m wrong here… should I not be so mad? Am I just making a big deal, or do I have a right to be angry?

Screeme

It is pretty pathetic.

Now you have to guess whether I mean “that somebody would steal a free magazine” or “that somebody would get so mad about it.”

Mwa-hahahahah! (my rendition of an evil laugh.)

I’d be even more pissed off if my lunch were stolen. I say concentrate on that.

dropzone-- thanks a lot.

SilverFire-- I’m not much of a curser, but those two times I swore very loudly and angrily. I was SO mad. except, this makes me angrier, only because-- where I leave my lunch is a public fridge. There are literally hundreds of employee’s here. I don’t mean to say that they made an “honest mistake” (“Oh, I don’t remember packing leftover chinese food, wierd”), but I take my chances leaving it there. This feels a lot more invasive, nobody has any reason to use my desk/computer. I feel like a personal space has been violated. Now I’m gonna have to hide my rubber duckies that sit on my computer before I leave, lest they get stolen.

Screeme

Um, uh, rubber duckies?

I shouldn’t talk. I often bring in toy cars for my desktop.

The ducks were a gift from my g/f… the big one is Dawn, the little one is Duckie.