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NotDefeatedYet- Ooh mate!! I want some of that finger print stuff!! Would it work at the top of paintbrushes- I come in and my paintbrushes are where I left them BUT with teeth marks!! People use them- chew them- put them back GRRRR!!!!

I'm loving how everyone feels your pain inconnu- people messing with your stuff- not acceptable!!

Maybe she wanted you to miss the deadline on those papers to make you look bad. Does she hate you?

Does she hate you?

I don't think so, but she does like to make other people look bad so that she'll look better.

Oh well, the boss spoke to her about it, so I don't think it'll ever happen again. But I do wish I could be a fly on the wall tomorrow morning when co-worker gets to the office and sees what my desk looks like now. It was one of those days and at 5 PM I just walked away and left the piles right where they were. It's a freaking nightmare. She's going to be appalled.

Slight T/J... Just thinking about people getting in your stuff and the potential for "revenge" reminds me of a situation my dad was in. He worked night shift in a prison infirmary. He had a desk that was his desk. His paperwork, his stuff was there. Everyone else had desks to use. But they decided his was the place to congregate and eat lunch, etc. His papers were misplaced several times...he sucked it up.

Then they started raiding his fridge and stealing his drinks. He would buy the little bottles of diet coke and keep a couple in the fridge. They started disappearing. So he decided that it was fargin' war.

He very carefully opened 2 of the diet cokes, drank a little out, then replaced the liquid with cascara sagrada. If you're not familiar with this product, look it up. It's an amazingly powerful stimulant laxative. It is so powerful that by the time you realize you need to get to the bathroom, you are already actively and explosively soiling yourself.

He's always said his biggest regret was that he wasn't there to see the carnage.

But no one ever touched his desk or his fridge again. Ever.

^^^^

I had to share a space once before I got my own area. I used one drawer and it was packed. My folders were neat and rubberbanded closed. I went to look for my work one day and was told by the guy I shared the space with that he thought it was some old stuff of his and he tossed it in the shred bin. The shred bin is a huge bin with a lock that gets picked up for destruction every week. I had to unlock it, only supervisors had the combo, climb into it and look for my papers. I was still missing some when I gave up. Thats when I asked for a separate area with keys to lock my stuff up.

She sounds like a real fucking hooker.

There is no place anymore for 'organizers'. I hope you told her "no need" from here on out.

I have a boy whose daddy works with us. The boy is nearly 27 and often fall alseep at work. He also makes more than me, WTF. So I photograph his naps, which mean nothing. BUT I texted my DD today - "mama needs a nap". And she texted back, "Why don't you just go to "X's" desk".

NOT RIGHT! LOL! But my DD does have a sense of humor!

Turns out the office drama llama took it upon herself to "organize" my desk for me.

I've never heard of someone doing something like that... ever...

So fucking rude.

Move her office to the basement & take away her red stapler!!!!

Shall we plan her demise? I suggest something slow and painful...

BTW, my room is a royal mess; my desk is just a high class mess and nobody would dare to mess with my chaos because I'll turn into Hulk