Stuck in my Craw

I believe that's the saying for when something just keeps bugging you. I really need to do something about this, but I'm actually relieved that I haven't, yet. Maybe I won't blow up and lose control. I always do when I sit on stuff too long.

I worked with several people who just bugged me. One of them, I am convinced, 1) ratted me out for helping a student too much (in his humble opinion); 2) stole my really nice stapler that I had bought for my desk; 3) stole my beautiful mechanical pencil that I used to update grades; 4) stole the last box of office supplies that I left sitting on my desk over last summer; 5) is a complete jerk to me every time I see him (including when he arbitrarily was assigned to my group that I was asked to lead at the FYCOMP orientation program last week). How do I know that he stole all of this stuff? He was the ONLY one who was present and had the opportunity during every one of the incidents. What bugs me even more is that he went to a Christian college (of which I am quite familiar because of Mike Goode). What kind of a Christian is this? A pretty crappy one.

So my mentee, Terri, has taken over my old desk. She told me that she had to borrow D's stapler, yesterday. I glanced over there (while I was visiting Terri), and lo and behold -- my *&$*%@# stapler! I KNEW IT!

What should I say? I have class with him, tonight. Do I bother? Should I keep my mouth shut? Nevertheless, let's just sufffice it to say that Daniel no longer has a stapler and I feel like the shmuck in Office Space.