I was changing jobs from one department to another at a large, Fortune 500 company. I liked the work and was very good at it, but the reason that I was leaving the department was that the two ‘team leads’ were best friends with each other and they decided to have some kind of unreasoning personal grudge against me. I had always done what the two overbearing jerks asked, and I knew my job well, so well that I had completely trained one of those leads before they were promoted to lead. The two sat together in a small office with a door and a nice brass door handle.

Those two kept badmouthing me to the upper level manager. They said I was lazy, didn’t know what I was doing, yadda, yadda. I think they were trying to push me out just for the hell of it. The new work area for me was in another building on the site, so I had the site moving folks move my office books and papers to my new station in the other building (after I had boxed them). It was a late on a Friday night, and I knew that the site did not have camera surveillance in the standard hallways. I was moving the last thing out of my office, a box of kleenex.

I went to their office door, blew my nose into a kleenex, and then wiped the door handle with what was on the kleenex.

I never used that doorknob again, but I am certain that they did.