My blow dryer died Tuesday morning. At first I was pissed, and then I remembered that I've had it since George HW Bush was in office. I had spent five years working for a haircare company, writing the product packaging copy, and after I gave notice I began "liberating" as much product as I could.
I was a regular Artful Dodger. We actually needed a dolly to get the cartons of shampoo bottles out to the car! (And yes, I was that brazen. Building security looked the other way because they loved me ever since I had to work on Super Bowl Sunday and brought them the portable TV from our office.)
I feel like there should be a downside to this story, since I did steal. But there isn't one.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
You horrible person! lol
ReplyDeleteAt least you chose good stuff to permanently borrow--I've never had a blow-dryer live that long!
Amazing life of the blow dryer! Your post made me chuckle. I've been known to liberate an office supply or two, especially from workshops. :-)
ReplyDeleteMy friend did something similar. He worked at a brewery and was laid off after his boss found out he was looking at other employment (the brewery was not doing well)...on my friend's last day he took as much crew beer (the stuff that can't be sold, and is given to the employees) as he possible could. He wasn't stealing exactly, but I'm sure some people would view it that way.
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