The Proof’s Right There In Full Color
Many years ago, I worked for an organization providing front-line customer service. It was a decent place to work, but our manager had lots of rules. One of the rules was that we could not do any personal printing with the printers at work. If we did, we were expected to pay $0.50 per page for black-and-white printing and $1.00 per page for color. I’m not sure who made this rule, but the manager was constantly reminding us.
Our desks were not assigned, meaning that any day you could be sitting at any desk, depending on your assigned tasks for the day.
One day, I was interviewing for another job within the organization but at another location. Prior to the interview, the manager of the other location asked me if I’d mind printing a copy of my resume and bringing it with me as their printers were down for the day. I said no problem and figured I’d print it at work since it was work-related.
I was sitting at a desk that did not have a printer. The closest printer was located between my manager’s desk and an employee desk, so I printed my resume and stood up to go get it.
Before I got to the printer, my manager got there first. My print job went ahead of hers, and she saw what I had printed.
Manager: “[My Name], this looks like a personal print job.”
I explained that it wasn’t, but she disagreed and said since it had nothing to do with our day-to-day work, I had to pay $2.00 for four black-and-white pages. I begrudgingly paid up. I asked her what happened to the money, and she said she always put it in the Christmas party fund. All right.
A few weeks later, I was sitting at the desk with the printer. It was lunchtime, and everyone except [Manager] agreed to go to a nearby restaurant for lunch. I walked out of our building and realized I had forgotten my wallet, so I quickly ran back in to get it. When I got to my desk, I could hear the printer going. I was curious about what was being printed as it was spitting out page after page. I quickly glanced at the pile and saw at least 100 pages printed in color, announcing a sweet sixteen birthday party for [Manager]’s daughter. It very obviously belonged to [Manager]. She came out of the bathroom a moment later and seemed shocked to see me standing there. I picked up the pile and passed it to her.
Me: “Our Christmas party fund is going to be getting a big boost!”
She said nothing but looked really uncomfortable.
A few weeks later, our district manager made his quarterly visit. He talked about the upcoming Christmas party and how excited he was for it. I decided it was time for some petty revenge. I raised my hand and said:
Me: “I’m just wondering how much we’ve accumulated this year for the Christmas party from print jobs?”
District Manager: *Looking confused* “What do you mean?”
I told him our manager’s rule. He got really quiet and said he’d have to review this.
The next day, [Manager] sent an email saying the printing rule was something she was misinformed about and would be abolished immediately. Being the little s***-disturber I am, I hit “Reply All” and asked what would happen to the already accumulated funds. Someone else said we should have a nice healthy fund for a pizza lunch, and everyone agreed.
The next day, I heard [Manager] ordering ten pizzas for lunch. She used her own personal credit card to pay for it all. Do I think she was pocketing the printing money all along? Absolutely. But it was fun making her sweat and then having to spend nearly $300 the next day to make up for it!