I made two pathetic attempts to nail J, one of the girls in our office, with those soft, squishy, stress-release thingamabobbies (I have a light bulb and a star) and was picking them up off the floor between our cubicles when our Director came around the corner. Thinking quickly I claimed that J had thrown them at me. Usually a good sport our Director was oddly enough not amused. Of course J denied throwing them at me so I quickly quoted Shakespeare, stating that the lady doth protest too much. Our Director was still not amused. No more throwing of things, she said, as she walked past us and into the breakroom.
J came by my desk later and explained that the Director had not been in a good mood because J and A (another coworker) had been having rubber band wars last week and got caught. We're not talking about those pitiful little rubber bands; we're talking those 6 inch long, 1 inch wide babies. We're talking about the elephant guns of rubber bands. A had been nailing J all week, and J had been trying to get him back and succeeding as well as I had when I'd thrown my squishy, stress-release toys at her, so finally J loaded up two of these heavy duty rubber bands and let fly. Of course she caught A right in the back of the head just as our Director walked around the corner.
Our Director seems to have a knack of being in the wrong place at the right time...or is it the right place at the wrong time?
J came by my desk later and explained that the Director had not been in a good mood because J and A (another coworker) had been having rubber band wars last week and got caught. We're not talking about those pitiful little rubber bands; we're talking those 6 inch long, 1 inch wide babies. We're talking about the elephant guns of rubber bands. A had been nailing J all week, and J had been trying to get him back and succeeding as well as I had when I'd thrown my squishy, stress-release toys at her, so finally J loaded up two of these heavy duty rubber bands and let fly. Of course she caught A right in the back of the head just as our Director walked around the corner.
Our Director seems to have a knack of being in the wrong place at the right time...or is it the right place at the wrong time?
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Is it junior high all over again? :) You should put the giant spiders I got for JE in her draw, during director's lunch break of course :)
PS: JE wanted those spiders.
You are sooooooo evil. I'm glad you're on my side ;)
I'll bring one to work tomorrow :D
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