“That’s odd,” I thought, “Maybe my boss moved it to the main refrigerator.” As I walked past the trash can, though, I saw the top of my take-out container. That was a bit disheartening, as I hadn’t brought anything else to eat. I wondered if it was salvageable, but instantly pushed that thought away because garbage food, ick! But I was curious if perhaps my lunch had gone rotten, so I poked open the lid to see if mold had sprung up on my sandwich overnight.
The good news is that I didn’t see mold, so the refrigerator works. The bad news is I didn’t see much of anything else, because all that was left of my sandwich was a crust. The rest had been devoured.
I was in shock.
This isn’t the main Clubhouse fridge, where any random resident wandering through can snatch your food. (Because they do, and they grab pretty much anything else that isn't nailed down while they're at it.) The only people who come into the office are my boss, the CEO, and the three maintenance guys. Maybe a random Board member or two. Why would any of these people steal my food? They can all afford to get their own, and half of them are on restricted diets from their doctors.
Was my sandwich just too tempting to resist?
Good thing I had a late lunch, so I won’t die of starvation before the end of my shift. But this is disheartening. In such a small office, I was sure I could trust people not to eat my lunch. That always seemed like the kind of problem you’d face in a big corporation-type environment.
Should I say something? I don’t think the maintenance guys would have eaten it just because they have their own fridge so it would have been suspicious for them to come in and take something from the office one. If it’s the boss or the CEO, they’d probably just blame the janitors or the front gate guards, and it’d go nowhere. So I guess I’ll just chalk this up as a lesson learned! I was planning to put a loaf of bread and some lunchmeat in there, but I don’t plan to spend my tiny salary feeding people who make two or three times more than I do.