Joe’s Honesty

My name is Joe. When I was 20 years old I started working at a factory. I wrote down and kept the list of the items in the storage area of the factory. I had a co-worker, Jenna, who was friendly to everybody. So we made friends in a very short time. She told me about everything—her feeling about her job and the people she worked with—so I trusted her completely. However, there was one problem. I realised that every day Jenna stole something from the shelves, so I decided to tell the manager about it. He came to check what she stole, but surprisingly the stolen item was there on the shelf.

This happened two more times—I saw that she stole something, but when the manager came to check, it was there. After that I decided not to tell the manager about her. One day I saw that she was stealing again, but I ignored it. That evening, after I went home from work, the manager came to check the items on my list. He found an item that was on my list but not on the shelf. Maybe you can guess what he thought. Yes, the manager thought that I was stealing from his factory.

I had nothing to prove that he was wrong, so he didn’t believe me at all. Where do you think Jenna is right now? She still works there, and she’s got my job. I was honest, but the problem is that she wasn’t.