That's what I say.
Somebody had the audacity to invade what little privacy I have in my cubicle and stole my mug.
It's not as if mugs are rare things in this existence: Have a birthday--get a mug. The company celebrates a milestone--get a mug. A supplier tries to curry favour--get a mug. Buy some gas--get a mug. Someone breaks a mug--get another mug. As for a golf tourney prize--get a mug. And even if none of these scenarios apply to you, you can go to the dollar store and get a mug for a dollar (my local dollar store is having a sale, so you can get one for $0.87).
My beautiful red mug is gone.
I loved its shape and cherry colour -- a rounded bottom and upturned lip. It took two hands to hold it.* The handle was perfectly fashioned so when it was full, it didn't feel heavy or lose it's balance. Hot liquids didn't cool off too quickly. It was ergonomically perfect for me. I loved that mug. I have another one, but I don't want that horrid little thief to build a set, so I'll use it at home.
My officemates are perplexed.
We all thought such mundane items were beyond theivery. No one leaves anything of monetary value out as things have a tendency of walking. As best as we can figure out, it happened during Christmas--I was in a tea-making frenzy and it was in constant use; afterwards, I wasn't in the mood to make my own bevvies so I went to the Timmy's each morning for coffee and moved it to the corner of my space, but within easy reach of a sudden desire for something warm.
I've been in mourning for days. My most wonderful manager even offered me one of his mugs that he's collected over the years, to help me through my loss. The Fussy Eater has allowed me full run of his cupboards to find something I'll like.
I went back to the store where it was purchased a couple of years ago (I happened to see others there at Christmas)...the line has been phased out and, even though I can can buy the same shape, I can't get the same colour...all they have is white. Bah. I don't want a white mug. I want one with colour...one that makes me smile...one that is identifiable as mine.
I bought another mug, but I don't like it. Nice colour, okay shape, but too heavy when filled with liquid--I'll probably give it to my mum or something. She'll like it. I I found another mug this weekend -- nice colour, good handle, okay shape, but doesn't hold the volume I want...it was cheap, so I bought it. I'll try it out for a while...
My only hope and wish is that I had some sort of communicable disease when it was stolen and the new owner suffered some uncomfortable and lingering discomfort.
Yeah, I'm vindictive like that.
* Yeah, there may be some resemblance between me and the mug...