Mestee Blogger

We have what is referred to as a "clean desk" policy at work. It basically means that at the end of the day, anything on your desk containing personal client information needs to be stored in a locked file cabinet or shredded. Unfortunately, I never had a file cabinet at my desk. Last week, there was an email sent out saying that a few people were leaving this office and their file cabinets were up for grabs. I got myself a dolly and carted one of the cabinets across the office and parked it under my desk. I didn't put anything in it. The next day, I go to open my cabinet, but it's locked and my key is missing. There's a note:

Brian-

You left your cabinet unlocked. Come see me to get your key.

-Ken

Hmmm. It's a shame I left my EMPTY file cabinet unlocked. Who knows what could have been taken. Oh, actually, I'd say nothing. I got my key back and this time I remembered to keep it seperate from the cabinet. Unfortunately, I forgot to lock it. The next day, my entire file cabinet was missing. Apparently it was carted off to be stored in a secure room. I wish that they had noted that nothing was inside. With my cabinet still taken hostage, I had no place to put my benefits info that I had collected at the "new hires" meeting that day. I left my forms on my desk and the next day, as I should have guessed, they were gone. I decided it was time to go on a hunt through the office for my file cabinet. I found it, but there was no sign of a key. I decided it was pointless to cart it out to my desk again, figuring it would just be dragged back here for being unlocked. I finally got my benefits info back from one of the late-night customer service guys. "You gotta keep this stuff locked up," he told me. It was then that my head exploded from irony overload.
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