I keep a manila folder for each project I'm working on in a wire rack on my desk. It's a stairstep kinda dealy do I can easily see all their little tabs poking up, volunteering information about their contents. Quite cool, I love it.
A coworker stopped by my desk just now and mentioned that he'd grabbed one of my folders and gave it to a tester. The tester needed some of the card stock that he knew I had in the folder. I'm the first person to say get all obstructions out of the way and the last person to obey rules when they stand in the way of getting the job done. But this is my *file*, man! This is where I keep that part of my brain that knows what I know about the project. Without that file, I might as well have never worked on it.
It's likely that I'll get it back. But it torques me to no end that this was done. Am I being overly sensitive? I don't want to be a "This is MY stuff! Backoff!" kinda guy, I'm all about team players and all that. And yet I feel really violated here. And terribly exposed! Will he nab another one?
He was so blase' about it that he clearly didn't see a problem. He mentioned it and apologized for it like you might mention to someone that you'd stolen a tissue from their box while they were gone. If I now say anything to him, I think I'll look like an ass. And maybe even BE an ass.
I have a locking desk that the wire frame doodad would probably fit in, but that would defeat the ready-access purpose of using it in the first place. I'd never remember to lock it, and if I did, I'd forget the key.
As a side note, he just returned the file (in response to a friendly instant message) but noted on it that certain items are missing -- including the requirements for the project! Argh!!! Why couldn't these things be copied?!?
Ok, ok. I *am* making too much of this, aren't I? It's just a project, and it's HIS project for god's sake. It's only reasonable that he would feel some level of ownership over the artifacts of the project. Right?
All the same, I'm leaving a line of salt along the entrance to my cube. Perhaps it will keep him away?
Dave of the "whining over nothing" class