About a month or two ago, I brought one of my own mugs from home to work so I didn't have to use anybody else's when I felt like a caffee. It disappeared in a week. Today, I borrowed someone else's mug because I had no choice -- it was either that or the caffeine relative of nicotine-jonesing Rinnasmash. Washing it out and giving it a quick once over for good measure, I made my cup o' joe. When I got to the last quarter of my coffee, I tasted lipstick.
1) I am a very thorough dish washer, especially when I am going to use someone else's stuff, and even more especially if it's been in contact with someone else's noisy pink bits.
2) When I borrow someone else's stuff, I return it in a timely fashion. When it comes to work mugs/cutlery/crockery, it's usually returned in better nick than before I borrowed it.
3) I don't wear lipstick.
What struck me as odd was the more I sipped my coffee, the more it tasted like lipstick. I couldn't see any guilty smudging, and I not only washed the mug in hot water, but I scrubbed it with a dishcloth soaked in liquid detergent. What the?
To whoever stole my mug: You have made me very sad and upset. Don't bother returning the mug, I won't have the same relationship with it that I had before it was molested. I sincerely hope you catch gonorrhoea.
Worst thing is, this isn't the first time my stuff has been pinched from work, it's just the first time it's ended up tasting like menopause. From food to CDs to notebooks to magazines to notebooks to money to spoons to teabags to little figurines bought in the name of charity, gah. I wonder if these bastards bother to consider that I may have stepped out of a personal budget to spoil myself a bit. Ridiculous.
If you're going to do it, steal something that the company paid for, fuckass.
