*gasp* Total protonic reversal !

Shit! I’m so busted!

My boss and I have never really gotten along. The only reason I still work in this department is because I’m too lazy to find another job and firing me would be too big a hassle for him. Well, until now at least. I simply don’t know what came over me–one minute I’m working in my cubicle and then, on a whim I, well, you know.

Suddenly, “FOOMP” and now all that’s left of the office building is a pile of smoking rubble. It’s only a matter of time until he finds out I did it. I feel so stupid.

Does the CEO of your company sit in big leather chairs stroking a fluffy white cat ?

Never, ever, cross the streams, dude.

Try this: “It was this way when I got here!”

Just remember - when your boss asks if you’re a god, SAY YES!

Will you go to work for my last employer? Please?

If you happen to find a red swingline…

You were told to leave that alone, and you just never could, could you? It’s like a thread sticking out of a sweater - just have to pull it, and ravel the whole damn thing.

I hope you’ve learned your lesson, young man.

ETA: Now would probably be a good time to start looking for a new job. :smiley:

Are you wearing a red shirt? You’re so busted, dude.

This would be the perfect time to tell him about the Twinkie.

Which Twinkie is that?

Well, it’s thirty-five feet long and weighs approximately six hundred pounds…

That’s a big twinkie…

Are you referring to the previous incident, involving a total colonic reversal?

You must be Klaus Hergesheimer, right? From G section? Checking radiation shields?

My own totally busted story:

I worked internal tech support for a while as a first level. When I got a problem that didn’t show up in the documentation, I called second level for help. Occasionally, I got Tony. Tony would occasionally get into these … moods and play the whole cat-and-mouse thing. “Well, what do you think is causing the problem?” Dude, I dunno. That’s why I called. After a few minutes back and forth, I broke out my Teacher Voice[sup]TM[/sup] and explained that I had gone through the possible resolutions I knew, checked all the resources on hand, and was now calling him for an actual answer, per department policy. He finally lightened up and told me the fix.

As I reached to disconnect to the call, I thought to myself, “Geeze, I hate it when he’s a dick.”

And then I heard this very startled, “Excuse me?”

I’d used my outloud voice. And I still could have salvaged it if I’d just said something like, “oh, not you, Tony. So-and-so just grabbed half the M&Ms on my desk.” But no, I automatically apologized, just like the good girl I sometimes am, and confirmed my own stupidity. He hung up on me.

I understand he went to my team lead and insisted on me being written up. My team lead’s response was, apparently, to laugh in his face. Tony had been a dick to people other than me just a few too many times. One of the other team leads came and found me a couple days later (when I’d finally stopped blushing in mortification), and said, “yeah, I heard about what you said to Tony. That was fucking awesome!”

I miss that job.

It would be bad.

What are y’all talking about?

Well, you see, Inigo Montoya is a strange and creative guy, and he blew up (or more like imploded?) made his whole office go away, and we’re discussing it.

Ghost Busters!

I think we have had enough of the fart threads. You just know someone was going to take them seriously.