[Boss] Is Sus AF!
I work with a lot of customer data, so it’s required that I lock my office when I leave for the day. I always check this before I leave. One morning, I walk in and my office door is unlocked and cracked open. There are three people who have keys to my office: me, my boss, and the custodian. My boss and I don’t always get along, but I don’t think much of it, as she doesn’t really get along with anyone.
Me: “Hey, [Boss]!”
Boss: “Yeah?”
Me: “Why is my door open?”
Boss: “Maybe you left it unlocked. Or you didn’t pull the door all the way closed.”
Me: “Hmm. I thought I locked and double-checked it last night.”
I start triple-checking my office door before I leave every day. A week later, it happens again. This time, the door is unlocked and wide open, and some stuff on my desk has been moved around. This time, I KNOW I didn’t leave the door open or unlocked.
Me: “Uh… [Boss]?”
Boss: “Yes?”
Me: “Was anyone in my office last night or this morning?”
Boss: “Why?”
Me: “My door was wide open and my desk was messed with.”
Boss: “Cleaning crew, maybe?”
Me: “They’ve never done that before.”
My suspicions are raised, but I don’t say anything. The next day, I walk into work. The door to my office is wide open and the lights are on.
Me: “Again?! What the heck?!”
I hear noises inside. I pop my head around the door frame. My boss is digging through my customer files.
Me: “Mystery solved!”
My boss jumps and stares at me.
Boss: “Oh! [My Name], you scared me!”
Me: “What are you doing?”
Boss: “I’m your boss. I can be in here if I want.”
She folds her arms and glares at me.
Me: “Is there something you’re looking for? I can help you find it.”
Boss: “The file for [Customer].”
Me: “No problem.”
The file in question is right in plain sight. I walk in, grab it, and hand it to her.
Boss: “Thank you.”
Me: “You could’ve just asked me to find it for you. I don’t mind.”
My boss’s face turns red.
Boss: “I’m your boss.”
Me: “And I’m offering to help. Do you want me to show you my system? In this drawer are files that I’m actively working on, and—”
Boss: “I can be in your office any time I want. I don’t need to justify anything to you.”
She spins around and walks out. I can’t resist one parting shot.
Me: “Make sure you shut and lock the door when you’re done!”
I turned to my work and found that she’d gone through my desk and drawers, as well. I sighed irritably. I don’t work there anymore. I’m still not sure what she was hoping to find.