Someone, who is NOT my boss, or my boss’s boss, someone who doesn’t even WORK IN THIS OFFICE, came in while I wasn’t here and completely rearranged my desk. As in, took stuff that I use for my job, like empty file folder, and took them away and put them in an empty office, because them being out is “unprofessional.” 

We don’t get customers in here. Nobody is ever going to see them. 

She tried to take my fish away. She moved my printer far on the other side of my desk away from the scanner. She moved my address labels away from the desk surface where I mail things. 

SHE DOESN’T WORK IN THIS OFFICE. 

You know what’s unprofessional? Rearranging someone’s work space without asking and while they aren’t present. Rifling through their work space when you know they’re in the middle of a massive project scanning company files. Some of those files might be sensitive. 

My work space is my work space. This is my desk. And what really bothers me is the implication that I don’t do anything around here of any importance so it doesn’t matter. 

After the near death experience I had coming in this morning, this day is turning out awesome. And my poor mom. She knew I’d be mad and was worried I’d be mad at her. She apparently told them I was going to rip her head off about it, because they’d be gone. And yeah, I’m irritated about this, and leaving my mom to take the fall isn’t cool. So no, I’m not mad at my mom. Of course not, it’s not her fault. 

I just…YOU DON’T WORK IN THIS OFFICE!!!!!!!!!!!!