Foiled Again

One of the places I’ve worked in the past was in a cubicle in a big office. It was a good job with a good boss and plenty of good co-workers. I’m still not sure why I left, but I did eventually. It was also a job with some high-pressure situations so occasionally, we had to let steam off. I’m a natural at blowing steam.

Rubber band fights was something I started (although not original) but I added an element to the battle. Since we were all in our individual cubicles, every now and then you would stand up to stretch and look around. When this happened, you suddenly looked like a Prairie Dog or Meerkat popping out of a hole. Also, when this happened, you became a prime target for rubber bands. It began when three of us were popping our heads up at the same time. I launched the first rubber band and a tradition began. We just had to be sure there weren’t any unsuspecting clients wandering around.

Another stress breaker began one day when I decided I didn’t feel like walking to the coffee pot. I took my desk chair and rolled my way to the breakroom. When I came back, I was suddenly joined by a co-worker and he rolled behind me as we did the circle around the cubicles. Then another co-worker joined and another. Before long, we had about ten of us rolling around in the circle. When we passed my boss’s window, he just looked at us and shook his head. Like I said, he was a good boss and he knew we were just letting off steam. He was good with that because he knew we would still work hard and get everything done.

Another nice thing about my boss was that he would take a two-week vacation every year to go to his timeshare in Mexico. It was nice because it gave me a chance to decorate his office before he came back.

The first time we were a bit unoriginal again but it had to be done. We foiled his office. We foiled everything. We foiled his computer, his keyboard, his mouse, his desk, his chair, and even his coffee cup. He came back and his office was a shiny example of foil paper run amuck. It was great! He shook his head again.

BOSS: Dazeodrew!

ME: Yeah? Oh, welcome back.

BOSS: You gonna clean this up?

I’m not sure why he always assumed I was behind the prank…I was, but still. I cleaned it up and recycled all the foil paper. It was worth it.

The next year was an original. I bought 50 bags of 100 pack balloons and recruited most of the office to help me. There was no way I could blow up 5000 balloons by myself! Yes, you guessed it, we blew them up and piled them in his office until the balloons were waist deep. He came back and shook his head again.

BOSS: Dazeodrew!

ME: Yeah? Oh, welcome back.

BOSS: You gonna clean this up?

Popping all those balloons was a heck of a lot more fun than cleaning the foil paper. I had no problem getting help for this chore.

The third-year I did nothing…kind of. He came back and had a rough time all day because he kept looking around, waiting for the prank. It wasn’t until he needed a paperclip that he discovered we had hooked them all together…all thousand of them. A week later, he needed to refill his stapler and discovered we had superglued all the staples together. A week after that, he needed to refill the paper in his printer and discovered clumps of paper were taped together.

BOSS: Dazeodrew!

ME: Yeah? Oh, printer problems?

BOSS: You gonna clean this up?

ME: Sure.

BOSS: Is there anything else I should be concerned with?

ME: Nope that was…wait, have you been drinking out of that cup?

There’s nothing that builds morale better than a few pranks on the boss. Especially when you have a good boss who knows exactly why you’re doing it. Because of him, that was an extra special place to work.

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