Stop, Thief!

Today was Training Day at work again. Small class, only three recruits signed up to attend. Strangely enough, all of them showed up. I can't remember the last time that happened.

I got them through to the second break, their last respite before the practice survey and the test. As this break approached, I began to look forward to enjoying the 7-Up I had brought from home. A good, cold, 12-ounce lemon-lime refreshement break would really hit the spot.

It was gone. Someone had stolen my drink from the company refrigerator.

I did a quick sweep of the call center to see if I could catch a glimpse of my purloined soda and confront the perpetrator. No such luck. I returned to my training group greatly disappointed.

Then, once the newbies were taking the test and I was getting out my dinner, I saw it. No, not in the fridge where I had left it--in the recycle bin. The can was empty. Whoever had taken it had left it there for me to see. My disappointment was complete. I guess that's what I get for setting my heart on the things of this world.

At least they recycled the can.