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[li]Find an enterprising geek friend with a soldering iron and an evil mind.[/li][li]Purchase one of these: Annoyatron[/li][li]Get a recording of the annoying ring tone.[/li][li]Have enterprising geeky friend modify the Annoyatron so that it activates only when the ring tone sounds. Have friend figure out how to wire the Annoyatron for extra batteries so that it lasts months and months.[/li][li]Plant it in your coworker’s office. (Don’t forget those extra batteries.)[/li][li]Tell her, “I don’t hear anything. That annoying ringtone of yours prevents me from hearing anything when it goes off.” any time she asks you if you heard something weird when her phone rings.[/li][li]Make sure you get the rest of the office in on it.[/li][/ol]
But, but, but…she couldn’t have done it because she was here with me, looking at the ever filling jar of dead wasps and offering up suggestions. Not to mention that her boots are long gone!
Yeah, there are still wasps/hornets getting in. Not as many now, but they are still coming in.
Everyone is now thinking that its a big deal and lots of things have been done. Not enough, because today we found 4 dead ones on the floor.
This must be punishment for my misspent youth. Or a curse put on me by the RatKing.
Not only do I have wasps at work, there are mosquitos at home. I have to wear deet just to get the mail.
Maybe it was something I did in a past life, because I really don’t think I did anything in this life so bad to have to constantly be plagued by vermin.
You can push her down, but it’s her phone that should be crammed up her ass. True, it’s smaller, but you could probably find something else that belongs to her that you could shove in there too. After all, you don’t want anything of YOURS in that environment, do you?
Sighs, up until now, I thought you were a nice person.
And no he didn’t. He mentioned the bug sprayers in the yard, sometimes he complained about the trucks spraying poison into the air.
I even knew about TOS getting WND and how hard his recovery has been.
I honestly had no idea how bad it was. Our inside only cats are taking heart worm meds for crying out loud.
Back to the wasps, they are fewer, but they still getting in. All of the maps are in sealed tubes, but the boxes have handles. If I allow an infestation of paper wasps to start breeding in the boxes, it will be worse than the RatKing. His minions always ran, wasps never run.
[QUOTE=Ellen Cherry]
I swear to GOD if the bitch in the office next to me doesn’t get rid of that asinine whistling ringtone on her cell phone and will go insane and take her with me!
She knows it irritates the crap out of people, but she is under the delusion that people are just playfully giving her a hard time about it. No, you brain-dead moron, we can’t stand listening to it at post-scorch decibels! Or at this point, the first two notes, even softly, send me into a homicidal rage.
She is so painfully stupid that even after working her more than five years, she has no idea about some basic terminology of the place. And that’s just the launchpad of her ineptitude.
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This one? (Kill Bill whistle) And how did you get into my office? I thought you were talking about the same girl until your third paragraph. Even I will admit mine has some brains.
One suggestion is to wait she is down the hall and call her cell phone, and hang up before she runs to gets to it. Or play the tune on your cell phone (or computer) then stop it before she could trace it to you.
The Annoyatron idea is good, too. Just move it and/or turn it off it every once in a while so she can’t track it.
My lab tech hid an Annoyatron in his daughter’s bedroom when she came home from college for summer. His daughter was my co-op for that (and several other) summer, and despite being quite smart, was unable to find it.
That’s because he’d taken off the baseboard and hid it in the wall. After a week, she had to beg for mercy.
At work, if you have cubicles, you may find that the baseplate of the cubicle is removable and/or hollow. not that I’m admitting to any pranks that would have required this knowledge…
Just a suggestion.
Also, an object lesson: my co-op got Annoyatronned because the previous summer when she was working for me, she’d bought the damn thing and hid it in the drop ceilings of her dad’s office. So don’t try that prank on someone who pranks back.
Since we moved to the new building, my cube is right on the end, facing the main hall, right around the corner from the elevators and about 50 feet from the break room. That means that about 1/4 of the floor has to walk past my cube to go to the restrooms, the breakroom, or the elevators.
Then to top it off there are a handful of people who seem to walk past every 15-20 minutes. I have no idea if they actually accomplish anything in their day other than walking around.
And at least 1/3 of the time when someone walks by (the average being > 1 person per minute of the entire fucking day), the stupid bastards seem to insist on looking into my cube, at me, at my computer.
I peeled the top 10 or so pages from a new pad of post-it notes and used a razor knife to cut a rectangular hole deep enough to hide the gadget in and then carefully aligned the top sheets and pressed it all back together. Victim had dumped the contents of the drawer onto his desk and was looking right at it when it beeped at him.
Along with the one I had stuffed into the cushion of his chair. He had one of the chair styles with zipper access cushions.
With the other 4 hidden in various locations including one behind the light switch plate. Carefully insulated from the electrical contacts of course.
Do they feel the need to chat with you every time they wander by, too? That drives me nuts - we said good morning, how was your weekend, whatever. Now it’s fine to just nod (if you must) - we don’t need to chat every time we pass each other.
I hope they aren’t the desk-height wall cubes. I once visited one office where they had a row of them with the half-height walls (the back wall was the full 6 foot height). The people looked like they were in little sheep pens. I mean, really – what’s the point?
I feel sorry for you. But more annoyed that I still have that Kill Bill whistle in my head.
I don’t know much about insects, but this pic looks like what we keep finding. 3 today.
My minion has been insisting that his life won’t be complete unless he can throw a bridal shower for me. I managed to talk him down to coffee and cake in the break room.
Everyone always loves free cake and good coffee, so we showed the jar of dead wasps to everyone who showed up.
Nobody except the receptionists who work on the ground floor has ever seen a wasp in their work area.
I’ll bet I must have been a book burner or something like that in my last life.
