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Where to begin…have you ever found yourself sailing along, minding your own business - nose to the grindstone - and then out of nowhere, you hit a rock and you look up and suddenly realize you don’t know where you are or how you got so far? After that moment, you can’t look at anything the same way again.
That’s me. I was focused on my job, meeting my deadlines, and then last week I hit a rock. A big one. A $180 million rock. This particular rock was a very important delivery for a project I’m involved with. Recently, resource allocation and distribution had been very lax. Shipments hadn’t been showing up when and where they were supposed to, so I took it upon myself to handle this shipment personally - even signing for it myself.
The next day, I went back to the loading bay to arrange for everything to be moved to its correct location, and the shipment was gone. Just vanished. This was no small item either. Moving it would require at least five strong men and a forklift.
Now in case you are thinking this is just about me trying to create a story to cover myself with my superiors, I can assure you it’s not the case, because the really disturbing part of the story isn’t just that it disappeared, but that when I went to our head of security to report a theft, he laughed it off. He told me it was none of my concern, and I should order a replacement.
No formal inquiry. No investigation. Just forget about it, order another one and move on. Something stinks to me, and I want to find out what – or who – is behind it.
