Bitching about a box

So we have these special boxes at work - that are just small enough to fit inside of your backseat. One of my co-workers and I went to CA a few weeks ago and brought 4 back with us. He took them to his house and has not brought them into work yet (it was like a month ago.) I keep asking him about them and he's been a weirdly evasive about them. We still have a few of these special boxes in the office so I didn't really think much off the random stealing of the special boxes. Not until today.

Today, he had to go visit a customer and take some boxes with him. That's fine and all. Did he just take the boxes from his house? No, he drove into the office and took the three remaining boxes that we had. Usually this wouldn't be a problem, but I need one of the damn boxes to take with me to CT tomorrow. Everything was set last Friday for me to take everything. He unpacked all the shit that we packed up last week, and took my damn box.

He's got to drive probably 1.5 hours to his house now, to drive 0.5 hours to work to drop off the box that I need. I now have to drive 45 minutes to the dealer to pick up my car, then 45 minutes back to the office, then half an hour home. (It only takes like half an hour to go from the dealer to my house.) So now, I'm wasting an extra hour of my time, and he's wasting at least an hour of his own time driving back and forth when he could have just made the smart decision and brought the boxes back to the damn office after we used them.

Fucking ridiculous. I wish I could make him drive to my house to drop everything off.

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