The girls in the next cubicle wouldn’t stop throwing paper clips and rubber bands over into our cubicle. Drastic measures had to be taken. A quick reconnoissance mission resulted in the capture of their peacock beanie baby.
We sent them this picture. The paper clip and rubber band flinging stopped for a bit, but it didn’t take long to start up again.
Then we sent them this picture. Again, the paper clip and rubber band flinging stopped for a bit, but it didn’t take long to start up again. When I went to inquire why they seemed to have no regard for their precious peacock, they explained that they had no idea what else to do since I didn’t make any demands. I guess I forgot the whole reason for taking a hostage is to start making demands. Woops!
Finally, I sent this picture demanding a can of Coke delivered to our cubicle at 3PM sharp for my afternoon sugar fix. (Opened in front of me to ensure that there was no tampering.)
It was the best Coke ever. I’m glad to say that the peacock was returned unharmed.
Is that what you do at work all day because if it is than I want your job.
You practically hog-tied the bird! It’s like, um, bird bondage!
Sick!
Hmmm, if you tie up your partners the way you tied up that bird i canNOT understand why you’ve been…without for 7 months (or however long). It boggles the mind.
And seriously, I WANT YOUR JOB!
HUGS…
I would keep throwing office supplies into your cubicle, if I were them, just to see how else you would torture that peacock. The ways to torture a peacock can never be exhausted.
What’s with the “we”? Do you share a cube?
Completely. Brilliant.
Thanks for that. Found your blog through my friend PooDub – love it.
Instead of a peacock you could take a mancock hostage…that way your 7 month lay-off would be over….
How Ugly Betty of you.
If only there were such options for the plethora of key chains displayed in my office mates cube.