I don’t think my client’s intend to steal from me.
They’re in a hurry, the kids are screaming–they don’t notice that one of the kids has a toy up his sleeve.
Little Jenny has her bucket of personal toys. Mom checked to make sure she’s carrying the bucket out, but didn’t notice that Little Jenny had stashed all my sorting shapes inside.
I don’t make too big a deal of it.
Life happens.
I take the sorting lid off the bucket and now I have my own bucket, devoid of shapes to sort.
Likewise, I don’t intend to steal from my clients.
They’re in a hurry, the kids are screaming, I’ve got ten minutes to chart on all four before we close down the office–I didn’t notice that Little Johnny left behind his toy car.
By the time I find the toy the next morning when I’m tidying up my office before new clients, I can’t say for certain whose toy it was–and the client is long gone.
I don’t make too big a deal of it.
Life happens.
I collect the detritus in a corner of my desk.
So far, I have
- 3 matchbox cars
- 1 teething toy
- 1 flip phone without a back
- 1 gray and pink burp cloth
They nestle carefully in the shape sorting lid from my bucket, reminding me that sometimes you lose things and sometimes you gain things–but, generally, life happens.
(Yes, I am still here..)
I worked in a family practice doctors office for 30 years. I ended up as manager. I would go to the local Walmart or similar store and buy toys. They would disappear. Many of the children were poor and didn’t have many toys. Still, it was frustrating. Later on, I went to yard sales, and picked up toys, ran them through the washer with soap and bleach, and took them to the office. Then it didn’t matter so much when they disappeared. (Magazines disappeared, too.) Life happens. :)