|Bunkhouse from an early 1900's mining operation|
|Standard alpine meadow, around 13,000 feet|
|Typical stream in a mining community|
|Meadow that once contained a town in the early 1900's, edge of a gold mine|
|Road in the distance was our destination|
|Looking back at the top of said road|
We rolled into the home last Sunday night and fell asleep listening to the rain and thunder.
Monday I strolled into my office and noticed a bunch of stuff was missing. I share an office with 6 people, 2 whom I trust completely. I made a sign and hung it up: "Do not steal, this isn't yours."
Fairly simple and to the point and I headed out for about 3 hours of driving. When I returned not only was the signed moved some but the stuff under it had been pawed over again. It's not the stuff, but the principal of people taking things that don't belong to them even if I give the stuff away to customers.
Addition to the sign: "I fucking mean it. I will fire you!"
An hour later when I came back everything that was missing was placed back into the box. It's silly I have to resort to such childish behavior but apparently it's the only language people can understand. I know who did it but can't prove it, perhaps the message was received crystal clear.
If they would have asked, I would have given them one of the little plastic frisbee discs. .20 cents isn't worth getting fired over... to me.