About 2 months ago I left some chocolate out on my desk. It was really good chocolate, and I was really looking forward to eating it. And then I came in one morning and it was gone. GONE I tell you. So I have to assume that one of the cleaning people took it. The other option, of course, is that I ate it and forgot about it, but I don’t want to think about that option.
So I have now stacked 10 quarters in 2 stacks on my desk, and I am going to see if they disappear. So far, they are still there. I just realized, though, that this is probably a really dumb test, because they are much less likely to steal quarters than chocolate. I’m going to keep it going, though, until I need those quarters for something else, like candy.
This brings up a bigger problem as well. Whenever they come clean my office, things get rearranged in odd manners. Like the settings on my chair are changed. Such as the “lean back” setting. And the routing of my mouse cable. WTF? What kind of crazed little elves clean our offices here?
I guess it is better than nothing, but I would appreciate a little bit of integrity in the “desk cleaning” arena.
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Rearranging things is the nature of all cleaning people. It is a thoroughly wretched miserable job, and that is their one outlet for some fun. Or else they really have their own ideas about where things should go. Put away the quarters. That is what is called “an attractive nuscience”, and it is not right to tempt people.
The cleaning people also switch your chairs and put boogers on your pencils just to piss you off. OK maybe they do, maybe they don’t. We had cleaning people that stole candy so we devised a trap with string. Not sure what we proved exactly. We also had coworkers that stole food out of the fridge (it was a big company) so there were lots of mean signs and purposly gross food to teach them a lesson. Now that I am older and wiser, I would probably make PB&J sandwiches every monday and put them in the fridge and say “Free to anyone who forgot their lunch.” and I’d probably put a candy jar on my desk that had a note on it that said “Thank you for cleaning my cube. Enjoy!” Goofy maybe, but I bet the outcome would’ve been better and I would’ve felt happy instead of crabby and secretive.
I have a confession: it was me.