---> "a ripped and empty envelope which you of course, left behind."
OK! We're finally getting somewhere. Your misunderstanding seems to be the fact you thought I left. You seem to still be under the impression that I had left. My laptop was on and still sitting there along with my coffee and tobacco, I hadn't left for the night - I just had left the room for a while. You seem to have left a note written to someone who had left all their paraphernalia on the table ('left behind' as you said). For me, returning to the place I've been sitting all day before taking a break and stepping away for an hour or so, and find the note "STEVE: CLEAN UP THIS TABLE", assuming that you know that I'm still sitting there and that the presence of my laptop, caffeine, and nicotine supply clearly show that I've not departed, it is naturally both confusing and perceived as intentionally rude.
If it was your impression that you were writing a note to some jerk that "left behind" all their stuff, then perhaps your note was reasonable - however that was not a situation that existed or would reasonably exist. And yes, I have also scrubbed both the table in question and the one it is paired with many times and have scrubbed the big table assembly many times - no clue how many, it never seemed like a notable event. I've also swept the space countless times - usually late enough at night that all reasonable normal people are gone and I don't disturb others with the resulting dust clouds. What I'm not comfortable doing is throwing things out that I'm not dead sure no one needs, and so I was quite happy that you had cleared off the table and done the scrap/non-scrap sorting - my usual method for maintaing those tables involves shifting the accumulated crap entirely to one, scrubbing the other, swapping and scrubbing again, and then organizing the stuff that doesn't have a logical space that still seems like it might be out for a reason. That was temporarily not an option while the second table was filled with SMT goodies, and I haven't cleaned them in at least a couple weeks at this point.
Meanwhile: As soon as you posted your complaint yesterday, I find my keycard no longer functions and can only assume that you took unilateral action and turned it off. If I am wrong about this, please let me know and if I am wrong and this is just a random coincidence then I apologize for "still being shitty", in your words.
So again, if all of this is based on your having had a perception that I had "left behind" all of my stuff, that I had left for the day, then you were simply mistaken and I would absolutely agree that if someone were to do such then that would be an arseholish and unacceptable thing to do. Fortunately we do not have a problem with anyone doing anything like that.
And I was glad to see the stuff cleared, without having to do it myself and to worry that I was screwing someone over by throwing out or misplacing something important - I'd still help try to find anything if someone showed up panicked because something important was gone that they "know they left on that table", but I wouldn't have to feel guilty at having inflicted their problem. With one table instead of two trying to contain the stochastic drift of parts, it was very much getting absurd and I was looking forward to seeing the SMT boxes sorted and gone so that I could do another scrub and reset of both. In fact both Sierk and I tend to tidy up at least the big table and major floor scraps when we head out at night whenever we call it a day at a reasonable hour with functional energy left. Why? Because we're usually the last ones out and so we're the ones that should try to minimize the morning mess if possible. It's just what is reasonable and necessary to do in a shared space.
So: If your note was left out of confusion because you thought I had "left behind" all of my things for the night, then I apologize for reading undo hostility into it. And if you did not unilaterally disable my keycard and it is just a coincidence, then I apologize for assuming you did so -- always good to check one's assumptions, you know.