Poisson D'Avril, part deux
If you know me at all, you're aware that April is my month. I was born in April, and where other, lesser men celebrate their entry into the world for only one turn of the planet, I commandeer the entire month. Certainly the festivities peak on the 8th, the true anniversary of my birth, but there are activities and ceremonies that continue to the 31st, when we have a closing ceremony.
I think this year's closing theme is 'When Two Clowns Cry'.
My month also has an opening ceremony, one with it's own unchanging and completely appropriate theme. April Fool's Day. I love pranks, but, much to my chagrin, I find I can't really pull them on my friends. They'd laugh, compliment me on my planning and execution, then proceed right to hitting me about my person, paying special attention to my genitals. As should be evident, that is hardly an ideal outcome for me.
So instead I turn my attention to my co-workers. I've gone to some lengths in the past to prank on them. Unfortunately, I was not able to take pictures of the Rube Goldberg confetti distributer a few co-workers and I installed over a boss's desk last year. I'm particularly proud of that one. It involved a mousetrap, itself a bit of a Rube Goldberg contraption I've always thought. But I think this year's prank found its mark quite well.
First, you should know that I have two rules when pranking at work. The first I borrow from the medical profession - Primum non nocere. First, do no harm. It's not so funny for some asshole to go through your stuff and start breaking it. So I don't.
My second rule is even easier to understand - Planto certus ego servo meus officium.* I don't think I have to explain that one.
With those two rules firmly in mind, I set forth a'pranking. Let's take a look at the victim.
This is the office of our General Manager.
She keeps it...not so clean.
She has lots of stuff in there.
Kind of an eyesore, really. Clutter, clutter, clutter. I'm not part of the housekeeping staff, but I felt compelled to help her clean it up a bit.
Since I can't touch her stuff, I just covered it up.
I covered the shit out of her stuff.
Doesn't that look better?
I think so.
The whole thing took me four hours. I shared it with one person beforehand, but that person told another, then they told others... I'm told that there was a bit of a crowd when she opened the door to her office, and that her expression was priceless.
I've already got plans for next year's pranks. One involves a live animal. I only hope it doesn't make a mess.
Smit
You do remember to mouse hover over stuff like pictures and asterisked text, right? Of course you do.
I think this year's closing theme is 'When Two Clowns Cry'.
My month also has an opening ceremony, one with it's own unchanging and completely appropriate theme. April Fool's Day. I love pranks, but, much to my chagrin, I find I can't really pull them on my friends. They'd laugh, compliment me on my planning and execution, then proceed right to hitting me about my person, paying special attention to my genitals. As should be evident, that is hardly an ideal outcome for me.
So instead I turn my attention to my co-workers. I've gone to some lengths in the past to prank on them. Unfortunately, I was not able to take pictures of the Rube Goldberg confetti distributer a few co-workers and I installed over a boss's desk last year. I'm particularly proud of that one. It involved a mousetrap, itself a bit of a Rube Goldberg contraption I've always thought. But I think this year's prank found its mark quite well.
First, you should know that I have two rules when pranking at work. The first I borrow from the medical profession - Primum non nocere. First, do no harm. It's not so funny for some asshole to go through your stuff and start breaking it. So I don't.
My second rule is even easier to understand - Planto certus ego servo meus officium.* I don't think I have to explain that one.
With those two rules firmly in mind, I set forth a'pranking. Let's take a look at the victim.
This is the office of our General Manager.
She keeps it...not so clean.
She has lots of stuff in there.
Kind of an eyesore, really. Clutter, clutter, clutter. I'm not part of the housekeeping staff, but I felt compelled to help her clean it up a bit.
Since I can't touch her stuff, I just covered it up.
I covered the shit out of her stuff.
Doesn't that look better?
I think so.
The whole thing took me four hours. I shared it with one person beforehand, but that person told another, then they told others... I'm told that there was a bit of a crowd when she opened the door to her office, and that her expression was priceless.
I've already got plans for next year's pranks. One involves a live animal. I only hope it doesn't make a mess.
Smit
You do remember to mouse hover over stuff like pictures and asterisked text, right? Of course you do.