I call bullshit

Dear Facilities,

At the large corporate office we both work at, I’m sure you’ve noticed that there are many different kinds of people.  But one thing we all have in common – and something you seem to have overlooked – is our age.  We are all technically over 18.   We are all, therefore, adults.

More to the point, we are all reasonably RESPONSIBLE adults, the kind that can get and keep a job and, theoretically, earn enough money to keep us afloat (and coming back to work) day after day.  As such, I feel we deserve a certain level of respect.  And I strongly believe that level of respect should be high enough that we need not worry about personal items being STOLEN from our cubicles at night.

Yes, I am referring to the cup-warmer that you “removed” from my cube on Monday evening - the “electrical device” that compromised the “safety” of the “facility and employees.”  (The one, I might also add, that had been sitting on my desk for SEVEN full months without a whiff of flaming co-worker and/or building material.)

Well, upon finding this item confiscated from me AFTER work hours, with NO notice whatesoever, I must admit I’m less concerned about “safety” than I am about “slacking off“ and “screwing The Man.”  So I guess you could say your immature handling of this issue has resulted in a greater loss to the company than just my means to keep a fucking cup of tea warm.  (Funny how that all works out, isn’t it?)

What I’m trying to get at here is simple.  KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY PERSONAL PROPERTY.  Tell me if an item I bring to the office violates some written (or unwritten) corporate code.  Being the sensible adult I am, I will remove it.  But do not continue treating me as an errant child because that may force me to act like one during the 8-hour span of my weekday in which I am getting paid.

Thanks,

-- Cube 4403 Resident --