Breakroom Bandit

Have you ever been victim to the breakroom bandit? Have you ever entrusted your beloved cup of chocolate pudding in the hands of co-workers whom you thought to be reliable and trustworthy [said in a Bill Cosby voice only b/c you can’t say “pudding” without going into a Cosby impression]? Have you ever taken a package of cookies to work and had someone nibble on them like a little rat?

Well, I can not answer “yes” to the last two questions, but I can say I have fallen victim to the breakroom bandit. However, our breakroom bandit likes water bottles. He/she likes particularly my water bottles… the ones with my name on them, the ones I reuse b/c I like to know how much water I drink a day, the ones I do not wash after I use them b/c no one else should be drinking out of them anyways. First of all, yuck. Second of all, who steals water bottles when we have free cups, ice and purified water in the kitchen anyways?

I recently received an e-mail that had photographs of what lengths people had taken to protect their possessions. I’m debating using one of these tactics. I’m particularly falling in love with the last one. Let me know what you think!