Once upon a time when I had no real responsibilities (i.e. no children), I had more time and energy to spend on work. I could not only be at the office for 40 hours a week, I could sometimes work overtime (*gasp*) if necessary. Anyone who has ever had a job in an place with cubicles for offices, knows that they can make people do strange things. We’re all supposed to pretend that these cubies are private spaces for one person when in fact the whole world can look in and see what’s going on. People hear noises and conversations that would otherwise be private. It’s a false anonymity, really. If someone has a persistent cough/hack every day after lunch due to untreated acid reflux, you know. You all know. But you pretend not to.
This type of confinement and mutual irritation can lead to bad behavior. Pranks, in particular. I’ve pulled some lulus in my day. I’m not saying I’m the grand champion. But I play a good game. I think the best thing about it is my pranks are completely random as are the targets. I rarely prank anyone when they would expect it.
This guy had it coming when he went to Austria for 2 weeks. We individually Saran-wrapped everything in his office down to individual paper clips and rubber bands.
This guy also had it coming a few years later when he went to Hawaii for a couple of weeks. This one wasn’t as bad but was visually impressive. We just completely boxed in his office.
This was my first prank where I work and was probably my favorite. This guy begged to be pranked. Where did I get 6 boxes of rubber lobsters? I’ll never tell.
My boss is wonderful, as I’ve said before. He has created an environment that is like a Petri dish for pranking. As long as we don’t pull a gag that actually damages anything, results in the Powers That Be paying attention to us for things like, oh, wasting time, or pick on someone who would be a whiny tit about it, he’s down. As such, he’s been pranked several times.
Once we “Occupied” his office. This man has no personal effects of any kind in his office, so it’s really quite touching that he saved all our signage.
My work husband and I just pranked him the other day. He’s a math wizard. The man does calculus for fun, for crying out loud. My work husband and I got to giggling about something to do with our boss and A Beautiful Mind. I thought it would be great if we could somehow fill his office with equations. We made it so. It didn’t photograph well but there are sheets of acetate dangling from monofilament full of complicated equations. What’s awesome is that even now my boss’s boss is calling him “Russell.” Nerd that he is, he has already critiqued us for several of them.
I love shit like this. It makes me feel “normal.” And yeah, this post had zero to do with kids. Sorry.