Between the hours of 9 AM and 11 AM.
You fucked Lumbergh, didn’t you?
Not exactly the same, but it reminds me of one of my favorite Onion stories:
http://www.theonion.com/onion3214/off_my_desk.html
I’m pretty protective of my desk at work too.
I hear you, people should know better than to mess with the shit on your desk and should also know not to be moving shit around or leaving their shit on it. Sometimes it just takes a little longer to train some of them.
Many of the items on my desk ARE mine and the people I work with know not to mess with it. Especially my pens. There’s a rule in our office and that is: Thou shalt not touch Keith’s pens. Ever.
Now I am going to have to get myself one of those red Swinglines. Shwing!!!
That’s “flair.”
And weren’t the squirrels merry, not married?
Beeblebrox said:
Maybe Mullinator should throw some feces at him next time;
My keyboard is still drying out from the coffee spew.
After three years lurking on this board, you would think I would know better by now. We need some sort of alert system.
Can anyone confirm or deny the above mention of special edition of Office Space?
After a cursory search, I produced this site. Glad I did, too, because it mentions a Coen Bros. movies.
Damn! That’s disheartening, JuanitaTech. Like, gobear, I’ve been holding out for the SE. But the SE of Raising Arizona is good news.
Steps taken to protect the solemn virtue of my stapler
- All staples removed
- Switched from right side of the desk to the left side, which makes it a slightly more obtrusive move to pick it up.
- It is now sitting on a file folder with my last name clearly written
- It is connected to said file folder with tape, but in a hidden way. I figure I can test if it has been messed with in my absence.
More intricate and damaging methods may be forthcoming.
I think that throw feces at the offending co-worker would stop the stapler stealing outright.
Damn that was funny.
A former coworker of mine actually took the time to VELCRO her stuff to her desk, so that she always knew where everything would be all the time. (Yes, she was a bit on the anal retentive side). She even velcroed the scanner, which was one of those enormous HP4 jobbies.
We enjoyed nothing more than moving her stuff around when she wasn’t there.
Winnowill . . . I would have put extra velcro down on her desk at strategic locations, to make her go nuts trying to figure out what was missing.
Hmmm . . . I’ve got this carpety-bulletin-boardy stuff on my wall . . . I bet velcro would stick to it. . . I could put velcro on my stapler, and then stick it to the wall, thus freeing up more desk space!
Mmmmm . . . precious desk space . . .
ARGH! We SHOULD have done that! Damn! Too bad she’s gone now…
They actually make a velcro-like substance designed specifically to cling to cubicle walls. I have hung up my dry-erase pens in this way.