April Fool's
April Fool’s Day, for those who “observe,” is more about planning than executing. At least this year it was. And I haven’t done much for April Fool’s since first grade, when everyone told each other that their shoes were untied (and some of their shoes didn’t even have shoelaces!), so this year will serve as the basis for my generalization. In terms of planning, it also follows the same rules of procrastination as tasks of comparable importance (and sometimes, my homework)- to be completed the night before, if not the morning-of.
That preamble is somewhat extraneous because I’m not really going to talk about April Fool’s. Most of what happened was aptly summarized by mhmeln_57. Well, except for the non-mhmeln_57 stories.
My dad told his coworkers that the guys helping them move to a different office took his shoes. Everyone was looking for shoes for a good part of the morning -he was naturally wearing them the whole time- but he didn’t make a big deal out of it when one of the VP’s came, astounded, to ask what he’s planning to do about the situation in which he finds himself, shoeless, and whether she can do anything to help. “That's ok. It’s not raining outside.” She stared at my dad for a while, as if seeking evidence of sanity or a better explanation, before resigning to confusion.
My boss sent an email to the entire New York office: Does anyone have any glue? The only emails sent to the entire office are financial newsletters or weekly deals updates, so some people were amused while others were annoyed, but everyone had a reaction. They were expressed via email or personal visits. One guy came to sympathize- “broke a nail again?” Others asked why he would send such a ridiculous email to everyone. He didn’t bother explaining that the new shelves we ordered to organize press releases were horrible and we needed to fix them. Rather, he said he just needed it. Finally, one of the quiet, shy secretaries came bearing a glue stick. As she stood there waiting to see the source of urgency, he ripped off the cap, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. “Wow, I really needed that.” The secretary pretended she didn’t see and left, without her glue stick.