My company recently moved our corporate office to a new building. The layout of this new structure is a two story square. All the offices are on the perimeter of the square; in the center is a large, open area. This atrium is where the receptionist desk is located. On the second level, ringing my desk is an open balcony.
Anyone with even a single devious bone in their body would perceive my apprehension in sitting at such a prime target, I mean, desk.
Apparently the IT guys at work have multiple devious bones in their body...
Shortly after settling into my new target...doh! I mean, desk, I was innocently going about my responsibilities when I was nearly killed by a well aimed missile disguised as a piece of candy corn! I looked up to see one of the boys ducking guiltily into his office above me. After shooting him a nasty glare, shaking my fist briefly, and calling up a hollow threat I went back to work, but a little voice in my head warned that this was merely the beginning...
Ever since I've been plagued by incoming candy corn! But the worst of it is that the attack is catching on. The HR lady, the CFO, random people from Accounting... I new it was bad when a piece of candy corn whizzed past my head, and I looked up to see the President of the company looking down on me, laughing. What?? Did he really just throw a missile of death at me? Yes, yes he did.
And so goes my life at work: dodging the random debris of candy and water bottles that gets lobbed at me from above...Yay (absolutely NO sarcasm dripping from that exclamation...)!
So funny! Enjoy...I guess.
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