Day Thirty Nine: Morals

I have pretty good morals.

Before my friends start screaming “Lies, Kachi, lies!” at their computer screen, let me explain. I have pretty good morals for most things. I don’t steal money from my job no matter how easy it would be, I don’t steal from stores no matter how easy it would be (and trust me, it is very, very easy.) But mostly I have this little story for you:

Those of you who know much about my place of work know that I frequently complain about the Weasel. I won’t use his real name because I’m pretty sure we have some mutual friends on the book of face, so I’ll just call him Weasel. Weasel was the manager at our shop for about a year and a half while I worked there. He’s a right asshole. Takes all the good shifts and leaves the crappy closing shifts for everyone else. Takes all the hours and leaves us begging and scrambling to make paycheck. Makes snarky comments about how we work, overlords over everyone and behaves as though he is naturally superior to all of us. He’s also a creep; he used to use the security cameras to spy on us in the shop, especially the girls.

For a while he left our shop and managed another one. That shop closed and the Weasel came back. We pretty much had the shop running on its own and me and the two boys I work with didn’t take to kindly to the Weasel coming in and pushing us around. Eventually he left us to work for a different company, although I still see him from time to time.

To be fully honest, I believe the Weasel is a morally abject, horrible person who deserved so live alone for the rest of his life, crying quietly in despair. He’s a grade A jerk and will have bad karma for his poor behavior from now until his second life. But what, you ask, does this have to do with Kachi’s morals?

Tonight I was digging through our poorly maintained file folder (it’s a cardboard box) looking for a place to put some cake forms. I accidentally stumbled across the Weasel’s original job application, complete with all his information. All his information. I’m talking social security numbers, license number, his W2, his address, what high school he went to…it goes on and on. You know, all the stuff my employer should probably keep in a safe place but doesn’t.

With this pool of information I could have done anything. I could have opened a dozen credit cards in his name, I could have stolen his identity and bought nothing but gay porn off Amazon. I could have enrolled him in an online casino game and gambled until the FBI caught him. All that stuff that they spend hours talking about tracking down on Bones and CSI and other crime shows.

But I didn’t. Despite the overwhelming urge to finally get payback against the guy who made my life and the life of my coworkers a living hell for over two years, who trash talked me and other people, who behaved as though his life was the only life that matter…I put the file back and left my owner a note saying it was there so she could put it in the actual filing cabinet in her office.

There you go, I have good morals.

Most of the time.

Challenge to my Readers:

Next time the opportunity presents itself, don’t give in against your morals. No matter how easy it is to steal a parking place or someone’s tips, don’t do it. Sometimes being a good person is the only thing that keeps this world turning.