So this really happened to me the other day. I know it's a long read, but I promise you it's worth it and would really like to know what I/we should do...
Last Friday our bathroom went to shite. The shower head broke off, the shower faucet knob cracked so we couldn't turn the water off completely, and the stopper in the bathroom sink refused to come back up causing water to back up in the sink. Since we're in an apartment we went down to the office to file a maintenance request. The lady said it was probably too late in the day on Friday for them to get started, but that they would be out first thing Saturday morning. Also, as they always do, she asked if it was ok if maintenance entered the apartment if we were not there, to which we said ok.
Saturday morning comes around and my gf and I got up at about 8am and went for a 3 mile run. Add in driving time to the park and we were gone a total of about 45 minutes. As we walked up to our apartment we noticed the maintenance golf cart out front and assumed that he was inside working on our request. Thinking that he left our front door unlocked I tried to walk in and realize he had locked it (or that he wasn't in there yet) so I unlocked it and we walked upstairs (it's a 2-story building and we have the upper floor).
As we got to the top of the stairs I noticed the maintenance guy in our living room (which seemed odd) fidgeting with the faucet knob. We talked back-and-forth for a second and then I went into my office area and my gf went to her computer in the den. The guy goes back into the bathroom and continues working. A few minutes later he comes by my office door to tell me he has to run to get another piece.
While standing there he says (in accent), "Friend, you have many movies."
I got up and peeked around the corner to see him staring at my collection of DVDs and said, "Yeah, there are quite a few."
He then got down on his hands and knees and said, "I'm just gonna sit here and go through them one-by-one."
I thought it was a weird thing to do/say, but I went along with it. I went back into my office. A few seconds later I hear a sound that I recognize as the VCR or DVD player ejecting something. I figured I may just be hearing things (maybe it was my computer or the gf's computer) so I ignore it. The maintenance guy leaves.
About 15 minutes later we're sitting on the couch having some coffee and talking and I notice that my DVD player is on and 'Napoleon Dynamite' is sitting on the top of it. I asked my gf if she took it out and she said no. I then notice that the doors to our entertainment center are closed which is odd because we always leave them open so that the remote control will reach the cable box. I walk over to open them and out falls a porno DVD that we had tucked away and hidden because her mother was in town the week before.
At this point the light bulb goes off. I turn the t.v. on and sure enough it's on the 'Video 1' screen and the sound is turned all the way down. This fucking bastard was watching a porno movie in our house! I really wouldn't give a shit, except that this movie was hidden, which means he had to go rooting around through our stuff to find it.
Question is this: Should I expose this bastard for sifting through our belongings and watching porn on company time? My only concern is that he has a key to our place and can come and go as he pleases. We're moving out in less than 6 months when our house is finished being built so we don't have to be here too much longer. What would you do?
Last Friday our bathroom went to shite. The shower head broke off, the shower faucet knob cracked so we couldn't turn the water off completely, and the stopper in the bathroom sink refused to come back up causing water to back up in the sink. Since we're in an apartment we went down to the office to file a maintenance request. The lady said it was probably too late in the day on Friday for them to get started, but that they would be out first thing Saturday morning. Also, as they always do, she asked if it was ok if maintenance entered the apartment if we were not there, to which we said ok.
Saturday morning comes around and my gf and I got up at about 8am and went for a 3 mile run. Add in driving time to the park and we were gone a total of about 45 minutes. As we walked up to our apartment we noticed the maintenance golf cart out front and assumed that he was inside working on our request. Thinking that he left our front door unlocked I tried to walk in and realize he had locked it (or that he wasn't in there yet) so I unlocked it and we walked upstairs (it's a 2-story building and we have the upper floor).
As we got to the top of the stairs I noticed the maintenance guy in our living room (which seemed odd) fidgeting with the faucet knob. We talked back-and-forth for a second and then I went into my office area and my gf went to her computer in the den. The guy goes back into the bathroom and continues working. A few minutes later he comes by my office door to tell me he has to run to get another piece.
While standing there he says (in accent), "Friend, you have many movies."
I got up and peeked around the corner to see him staring at my collection of DVDs and said, "Yeah, there are quite a few."
He then got down on his hands and knees and said, "I'm just gonna sit here and go through them one-by-one."
I thought it was a weird thing to do/say, but I went along with it. I went back into my office. A few seconds later I hear a sound that I recognize as the VCR or DVD player ejecting something. I figured I may just be hearing things (maybe it was my computer or the gf's computer) so I ignore it. The maintenance guy leaves.
About 15 minutes later we're sitting on the couch having some coffee and talking and I notice that my DVD player is on and 'Napoleon Dynamite' is sitting on the top of it. I asked my gf if she took it out and she said no. I then notice that the doors to our entertainment center are closed which is odd because we always leave them open so that the remote control will reach the cable box. I walk over to open them and out falls a porno DVD that we had tucked away and hidden because her mother was in town the week before.
At this point the light bulb goes off. I turn the t.v. on and sure enough it's on the 'Video 1' screen and the sound is turned all the way down. This fucking bastard was watching a porno movie in our house! I really wouldn't give a shit, except that this movie was hidden, which means he had to go rooting around through our stuff to find it.
Question is this: Should I expose this bastard for sifting through our belongings and watching porn on company time? My only concern is that he has a key to our place and can come and go as he pleases. We're moving out in less than 6 months when our house is finished being built so we don't have to be here too much longer. What would you do?
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