The Mug.
My old IT Manager was a great bloke. His name was Chris and he was an avid Arsenal supporter, he commuted to Salisbury from London everyday and was always perky and happy to help - I assume he was always perky because of the vast amount of coffee he consumed on a daily basis, and that swiftly brings me onto his coffee mug. As Chris was a monster Arsenal supporter, he had a monster Arsenal mug; this thing was HUGE and you usually knew what desk he was working at when you saw THE MUG. Now about a month after the mug had been introduced it started going walkabout. Due to its gargantuan size some of the guys in the office had taken a shine to it so started stealing it from the kitchen in the mornings and using it themselves… this made Chris rather upset.

Sorting out my computer one afternoon I asked Chris where his mug was, he told me someone in the phones office had it. I asked him if it pissed him off that people kept taking it and he said it was driving him nuts but he didn’t want any confrontation about it - he was actually considering buying a replacement. I thought that was ridiculous and told him as much and said he should just tell the guys to buy their own sodding mugs and take it back. He pondered this suggestion, said he would have a think and sulked off back to his cupboard. The next day I came back in from lunch to the sound of raised voices in the phones office. I wandered in to find Chris holding his mug triumphantly in the air laying into a guy called Steve. Chris was going ballistic at him. Spit flying freely from his open mouth, eyeballs bulging, forehead reddening, finally he stormed off out of the office slamming the door behind him. I asked what had just happened and everyone started telling me how Chris had just snapped at Steve because he found him drinking out of his beloved mug. Feeling very guilty I snuck back to my desk and hid.

Five minutes later I received an email from Chris… Subject heading: Thank you. Feeling highly embarrassed I opened up the email and read what Chris had to say. Turns out he had taken my advice. He had pulled Steve to the side earlier in the day and asked him if he wouldn’t mind telling people not to use his mug anymore… Steve agreed but decided that the guys probably wouldn't listen to him either and hatched a plan for Chris to go mental at him in front of everyone, thus nailing the point home that Chris was a bad ass and not to be fucked with. Well it bloody worked, and office gossip as it was, by the end of the week the accounts team had been told that Chris had apparently beaten Steve in the face with his mug and verbally bashed everyone in the office. From then on no one took his mug and it was always clean and in the cupboard when Chris wanted it. :)
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 25 Sep 2009, 11:56, 6 replies)

But the inner rim was full of
invisible cock-wipings.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 25 Sep 2009, 12:10, closed)

I prefer
the visible sort in my mug
( shitkicker, Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:04, closed)

Aww
I hope that wasn't the case, but then the office was full of scary blokes so its entirely possible! :(
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:31, closed)

too long
did not read :)
(RichardInSydney would like to know why teh date & time is, Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:57, closed)

:P
Is what I say to you!
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:15, closed)

Salisbury.....
you say :chin: I didn't think there were any of us down here?
(Speshal, Fri 25 Sep 2009, 23:22, closed)