|04:13 pm - Temptation|
I have, for the first time in my life, been tempted to steal something out of the company refrigerator. I was putting in my leftover soup from lunch when I saw a bunch of individually wrapped sticks of string cheese. And I thought, "Wow, that looks delicious." And then I didn't take one.
Even as I closed the refrigerator, I heard a dozen arguments why it would be okay to steal one
"No one will ever know."
"There are a bunch of them."
"Even the owner wouldn't notice."
No, I utterly reject all these arguments. I got myself a glass of water and just walked away. I've replaced the sin of theft with the vice of pride. Go me!
Edit: My reward for resisting temptation is that one of my coworkers just came by with some Pocky. A stick of chocolate is better than a stick of cheese any day!
Current Mood: amused
it may (or may not) make you feel better to hear that the owner might well have noticed. I've had someone take something of mine out of the fridge at work, even though it was one of many. And yes, I minded.
I can sum it up with one bare word for your (non) action: *pride*
I believe I've always known when things of mine went missing from the fridge even if it was small and even if I had more than one of them.
The plain truth is is that for people who bring in food, they tend to plan shopping and carting based on bringing in a certain amount and consuming it in an appropriate timeframe. Like bringing in 10 to last two weeks or something. And if they're missing, that throws off the whole equation. Now the whole shopping routine might have to adjust in compensation. Of course, the eeeevvvvvviiiiiiilllll part of me doesn't want to hear this, but now that I'm fairly removed from temptation, I can look at it more objectively.
I could have really ruined someone's week. That would be have been very bad of me.