Taking "Not My Job" to the extreme

I rolled into the offices of the Muppet Daily News exceptionally early this morning ... like two hours before I had to be here.
Insomnia is annoying, but hey, I might as well make use of the time, peace and quiet, right?

So when I got off the elevator and rounded the corner, I saw the door to the advertising department's office standing wide open, lights a-blazing.
I knew, before I even checked, that it wasn't because one of the Ad-Muppets was here.
Hellz bellz, they don't even show up when they're supposed to be here. They're certainly not going to show up early.

No, no, once again (third time in two months, at least), a "highly complex" duty -- closing the door when they left last night -- was far too complicated for them to grasp.

I honestly don't mind if they want to leave their door open ... if their stuff gets stolen ... I really don't care.

But that office connects to the graphics department and the editor/publisher's office ... both of which have higher end equipment in them -- including at times a great deal of camera equipment -- and the Muppets in those offices lock their doors when they leave ... so I think they'd appreciate a little help from Ad-Muppets.

Mind, it's not a high risk building, but it is a building with offices for many different businesses, and we have no control over the comings and goings on any of the floors. Our only defense is closing/locking our office doors when we leave.

Kind of like we would do in our homes. Really not tough to do. It's a door. Close it.

Which brings me to later today ... I had to be out of the office for work-related business from about 9:30 a.m. to just  before noon.
There are 9 other people that SHOULD be here working today.
When I left, several of them were here.
I told them I was leaving. I told them I didn't know when I'd be back.
I left.

When I returned ... I found every single office door unlocked and wide open.
And every single Muppet was not to be found.
None.
Nada.
Not a soul.
Or not even one of the soul-less.

I could get worked up about it ... but why bother?
I just can't fathom how it never occurred to even one single Muppet to think "Hmmm, no one else is here. I should wait a little while til someone gets back."
Or maybe "Hmmm, no one else is here. I should probably close our office door."

Because, honestly, that's what I'd do.
Actually, I'd be Option-A ... if no one else was here at all, and we were open for business, I'd stay (barring life threatening reasons) until someone else was here.
And if I couldn't stay, I would absolutely have closed and locked the door ... put up a "be right back in XXX minutes" sign ... not just walked away and leave all the office equipment (including all MY camera equipment) for the taking.

Thankfully, nothing was taken that I know of.
Nothing of mine was taken.
I don't really care about anyone else's.
Well, other than Fozzie's.
Yeah I'd like his stuff to not get stolen too.
Otherwise, have at it folks.
If they don't care about it, why would I?
And obviously they don't.