Ray Kluze wandered in from the parking lot at Acme Wood Products heading for the finishing department, where he spent his working life covering wooden art objects with paints, stains, lacquers and varnishes. As he neared the gate at the employee entrance guard shack, he met Siegfried, one of his buddies from the loading dock, who asked "Hey, Ray, what did you do this weekend?"
"Hi, Sieg. Not much, actually. Early last week I picked up a couple of really good books I've been meaning to read and I finally had a chance to read them both," replied Ray.
"What? Hey, man. You mean to tell me that you stayed inside reading books?" asked Siegfried. "The weather was great. Last Thursday was a payday. We just had a long weekend. And you stayed inside. Is that what you're saying?"
"Yeah, that's what I'm telling you," replied Ray.
When he walked down the long row of doors in the paint shop locker room, Kluze noticed immediately that his lock wasn't hanging on the front of his locker. As he started walking faster, his thought process kept apace. Explanations flooded his mind "I can't believe I forgot to lock it last Thursday." That thought flowed into "Just the wrong row of lockers," which flowed into "I've been robbed," which flowed into "I've been canned" all of which fed the general panic fogging his vision, making him sweat and turning his heart into a pounding war drum.
Ray was hyperventilating by the time he reached his locker door. When he pulled it open, he found the contents in disarray at the bottom. His trusty lock, shackle cut cleanly in two, was laying on top of the pile. Quickly he pulled everything out and spread it on the wooden bench seat. He tried to calm himself and determine what might be missing.
"It looks like everything's here," he muttered under his breath. Once he realized his problem was reduced to a need to buy another lock, Ray sighed deeply and walked to the departmental office to report this mischief.
The department manager, Matt Finnisch, was in early this morning. Ray rapped on the open office door as he entered and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Finnisch. Could I talk to you about something?"
"Sure, Ray. What's up?" replied Matt.
"Somebody's been messing with my locker. They cut off my lock, scrambled up all my stuff and just threw it in a pile inside. Nothing seems to be missing, though," said Ray.
"Oh, you're the one. Listen, Ray, we cut that lock when we searched the lockers last Thursday evening. We were looking for a laptop computer that seems to have gone AWOL," replied Matt.
"You know better than to think I took your computer. And you've got no right to go through my things like that. I don't have your computer and I've got a right to privacy. That was an illegal search of my personal property. That lock also was my personal property and you destroyed it," squeaked Ray, once again starting to hyperventilate. "You owe me a new lock."
"First of all, Ray, I've got every right to look through your locker and everyone else's locker," Matt stated firmly. "Second, you know very well that we wouldn't need to cut your lock if you used a company-issue padlock like you were supposed to."
"I've used that very same lock on that very same locker for the six years I've been here," replied Ray. "And you never said a thing about it."
"What are you talking about, Ray?" asked Matt, somewhat testily. "Company locks that's one of the points we mention in every single one of the monthly departmental safety and security meetings. And you know that's true because you're at those meetings. We give out those locks free of charge, Ray. So, why don't you just march yourself to the storeroom and request a proper lock and leave me alone. And I'm not buying you another lock."
"We'll see about that, Mr. Finnisch. We'll sure see about that," said Ray as he stormed out of the office, slamming the door on his way out.
What's in store for Acme now? How would you recommend Finnisch proceed? How would you recommend Kluze proceed?
A corporate consultant's response:
This is an unfortunate incident, but not one of the more serious cases. As a manager, Finnisch should not have reacted so emotionally. He certainly could have been more tactful, recognizing Ray's outburst was likely motivated more by hurt feelings at not being trusted by Acme than by malice of any kind. Reacting to Ray with such emotionalism showed both immaturity and a lack of professionalism on Finnisch's part.
Ray obviously could have behaved with greater maturity as well. He could have recognized that Acme would have the same concern for their stolen property as he initially had for his own. He should have realized searching his locker was fully appropriate, and he should not have interpreted it as a personal affront.
In my view, this is a fairly simple matter of both men inappropriately losing their tempers. Each should apologize to the other for unprofessional, emotional behavior and be done with it.
Francie Dalton, Dalton Alliances, Inc.
An attorney's response:
This is yet another variation on the age-old struggle between an employee's right to privacy and an employer's right to run its business, establish and enforce rules and maintain safety and security.
In most jurisdictions, the critical issue is whether the employee has any expectation of privacy. For example, if an employer has a written policy reserving the right to search lockers, desks and vehicles, the employee has no claim that his privacy was invaded when the employer acts in accordance with its policy. Even a known employer practice of looking through an employee's desk drawers or tool bench, for example, would be sufficient to ward off any claimed invasion of privacy.