Micro-Revolutions

My company uses the entire first floor of a two-story building which also houses, among other things, the North Carolina Department of Revenue. Each floor is split into two, secure parts, so if I need to see an HR representative or take something to dental claims, I have to use my I.D. badge to leave my side of the building, walk through the foyer, and gain access to the other side of the building.

This foyer I pass through has been tastefully decorated to welcome visitors who may require the assistance of the N.C.D.O.R. (only professional clients visit us). There are beautiful mahogany tables, tasteful (if bland) artwork, and all manner of pseudo-zen paraphernalia, like shallow bowls of flat, polished rocks.

This morning, I decided to take one of the rocks. Tomorrow, I’ll take another, and yet another the day after that, and so on until the bowl is empty. Assuming no one notices the rocks are missing, I’ll replace them one at a time, the same way I took them. If still no one notices, I’ll once again remove the rocks and replace them with something a little more noticeable, like marshmallow Peeps.

I’ve worked here nigh five months, and I’ve yet to mess with people. I would be doing my reputation a disservice if I didn’t remedy this immediately.