[Closed] A new low in workplace morality and ethics

My money is on 'broke it and hid the evidence'.

Looking at your former mug I'd presume it was an intervention.

Oi, it was a present. And the handle is surprisingly comfortable.

29er mug handles - they make the tea come alive.

😀

My money is on ‘broke it and hid the evidence’.

+1

I mean, its not like anyone would actually want to be seen with that mug is it? 😉

Broken, not stolen.

Its time to start the passive agressive post it note war......

Some ****er stole my last Weetabix last week. Considered p/a note in replacement box, but couldn't be bothered in the end.

Oi, it was a present

You get presents from people who don't like you???  😀

UPDATE! IT'S BACK!

It was in the cupboard in the kitchen on the opposite side of the floor.

Stand down all forces, normal service has been resumed.

Waits fot the new thread...

"New low in office morality

My prized mug has gone missing - I've heard there's some bloke with an Audi and a woodburner who uses the kitchen on the opposite side of the floor, I bet he's nicked it.  Should I wee in his shoes or bring in my bombers?"

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UPDATE! IT’S BACK!

It was in the cupboard in the kitchen on the opposite side of the floor.

Stand down all forces, normal service has been resumed.

That's weird, wonder why they didn't want it on display?

They've done you a favour 😏😉

Meanwhile on a whatsapp chat:

"Operation 'hide the mug' initial phase completed. Stage two tomorrow."

Make sure you wash it! Somebody could have performed a "Dirty Sanchez" on the rim.

On second thoughts... break it,  just to be safe.

You think you've got a problem?

Someone's nicked the measuring scoop for my Aeropress!  Not the whole thing, just the scoop.  FFS!

And not only that, the canteen did a sweep for borrowed cutlery, and they nicked my own personal cutlery I bought from Asda with my own personal actual my money!  Fuming!

“Operation ‘hide the mug’ initial phase completed. Stage two tomorrow.”

Someone’s nicked the measuring scoop for my Aeropress!  Not the whole thing, just the scoop.  FFS!

Trivial. Some swine once nicked the Post Office issue rubber bands I used to hold my tent poles together in my rucsack, while out with a group for work.

A whole Stornoway black pudding of mine was liberated from the work's fridge. Sunday's team breakfast was distinctly below par. 🤔😕

A whole Stornoway black pudding of mine was liberated from the work’s fridge.

There's one in the door of the fridge of the cottage we stayed in on Harris, that I bought from real actual Stornaway, and forgot to take home. You can have it if you want it.

This was two years ago mind.

There’s one in the door of the fridge of the cottage we stayed in on Harris, that I bought from real actual Stornaway, and forgot to take home. You can have it if you want it.

This was two years ago mind.

You forgot a black pudding! From Stornoway!

We had a strict rule of “only use your team’s milk” when I was a custody officer. The team that followed ours most shifts was led by a humourless individual who took it all a step further and insisted on maintaining his own personal supply. Our team were pretty efficient at making sure we always had some, and no need to touch anybody else’s, but nevertheless Sgt Steve’s milk was suffering from unexplained pilfering.  He took it upon himself to call a meeting with me and my staff to lay the blame squarely at our door, and pointed out that his personal bottle of semi-skimmed was protected. He had sealed the lid with tape which he had signed, and marked the level with a sharpie. He would check next time he was on duty and woe betide my team should the milk be stolen.

Well, I always enjoyed a challenge, and despite the fact my team had, to my knowledge not been taking the milk, his attitude had hacked me off. Next tea break I used a blood sample syringe from the Drink driving kit, and peeled back the label far enough to draw out half of his milk, puncturing the bottle inside one of the moulded ridges in the plastic. The puncture was easily sealed using glue from a glue gun and the label corner smoothed back down over it.

I wasn’t around when he discovered the loss, but his gaoler tells me was apoplectic. He also confessed to the previous pilfering, which had been done because Sgt Steve was so precious about his bloody milk!

AN UPDATE!!

I opened the mug cupboard this morning and.......

My mug was there. Also there, another, identical mug.

You forgot a black pudding! From Stornoway!

Don't poke the wound man, it still hurts two years later.

We had a strict rule of “only use your team’s milk” when I was a [s]custody/s] custardy officer.

FTFY.

My mug was there. Also there, another, identical mug.

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Phase two complete, moving on to phase three.
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So you have now nicked someone elses mug, and somewhere in cyberspace on another cycling forum, someone is complaining about some plum has nicked their mug...

So you have now nicked someone elses mug, and somewhere in cyberspace on another cycling forum, someone is complaining about some plum has nicked their mug…

To be fair, I think I nicked their mug yesterday, but I have now returned to the correct cupboard.

You should have broken the handle off theirs to avoid future confusion.

To be fair, I think I nicked their mug yesterday, but I have now returned to the correct cupboard.

You should have put both back in their cupboard 🙂

So this is now groundhog day as that person now has missing mug replaced, and a second one found....!

This is getting weird, my bet is Aliens in flying saucers.

On a lads’ weekend away many years ago we were just finishing a rather splendid pub lunch in Kendal and settling in for an afternoon of football (Euro 96) when one of the chaps got up for a wee, leaving his unfinished Sticky Toffee Pudding at the table. As soon as he had gone another member of our party consumed it and returned the empty dish to the bar. There was a bit of a fracas once the crime had been discovered, and the Sticky Toffee Pudding was replaced.

At this point a scheme was hatched with the bar staff and funds were handed over, so that during the course of the afternoon more and more Sticky Toffee Puddings kept turning up. Every time my mate turned his back, went for a pee or to the bar another would appear.

I think that I personally ate about 6 of them.