Lessons in Distrust

My place of employment has dropped another notch or two on the integrity meter — if that’s possible.

Someone came into my office and stole all my cash out of my wallet.

This is the second time it’s happened. 

The last time they stole my credit card along with all my cash.  They went on a shopping spree with the card, until the credit card company cut them off.

After the first time, nothing much was done, except they gave me a drawer that would lock.

Because I had to get in and out of that drawer all day for pencils, pens, stapler, tape, scissors, etc., I only locked the drawer when I left my office for an extended length of time—e.g., a meeting, a break, etc.  I didn’t stop and lock the drawer every time I left my chair — when someone called me to help them, or when I went to the bathroom, or when my supervisor called me to her office, etc. 

But I’ve learned my lesson.  I guess the saying holds true:  First time, shame on them; second time, shame on me. 

Now, I’ve taken out all the supplies I use during the day, cluttering up my already cluttered desktop, so I can keep that drawer locked at all times.  I’m keeping the door of the office closed, when I’m in my chair and when I’m not in my chair, so people won’t have a clue as to where I am or am not.

It’s sad to say that I’m forced to alter my trusting nature to accommodate my negative and disrespectful work environment — but that’s how it is.  

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