On a sunny day in Pittsburgh, I arrived at work ready for a long day fueled by coffee and a bowl of Total. I skipped the deli downstairs and Bruegger's in favor of the cheaper alternative that I keep at work. Confident in my cereal and milk stock, I arrived.
And while I tend to refrain from commenting on day-to-day work, because I've seen what can happen, and what can happen, I think I'm safe complaining about my co-workers shameless milk filching. The first time I stuck a couple quarts of milk in the fridge, I noticed that milk levels declined quite a bit more rapidly than they should have. So I resolved on my next milk purchase to clearly mark my milk with skulls and crossbones and admonishments not to take. See, I figured that co-workers just assumed it was communal, because we do have various things that we share in the fridge, like other milk and coffee creamer.
Alas, this strategy has now been proven a failure. Much like a fraternity house, nothing is safe around here. There's no way my co-workers could have missed the signage all over the jug, and so I must rethink my strategy. There's obviously no complaining over a $2 jug of milk to the boss.