Welcome back.

After my four week “vacation” I’m back in the office and talking with one of my least favorite co-workers. To be fair, she’s a very nice person but she’s just one of those people who I would consider to be my exact opposite. And sometimes being within earshot of her takes a little more effort for me than it does with other people. So, I’m catching up on the past month and I glance at her desk and see that she’s using a reference book that I happen to use. I look closer and see that the book she’s using is actually MY book. Now, I don’t mind sharing what I have, but I don’t remember her asking or me even giving it to her. And this is more than a “ok, who took my stapler?” type thing, because I paid for this book out of my pocket….not company dough. So, I’m standing there thinking that while I was away she just took it upon herself to browse through my sh*t and help herself like I was dead or something. It’s a shame to think that if someone wanted to go on leave without coming back to find that their office had been pillaged they’d have to resort to setting up booby traps to deter the guilty party with a semi-severed finger or a dart in the neck. Yes, a damn ugly, buck-toothed, bastardized, kool-aid with no sugar shame. It’s right up there with sneaking into the break room, opening up the fridge, and eating someone else’s lunch. Well, I’ll just wait and see how long it takes for my book to come back to me, but in the meantime…I’m ready for a vacation. Oh yeah, I forgot…I just had one. Ok then, I’ll just go to the break room. It will be interesting to see what’s in the fridge.