Elevators and Vending Machines

As most of you know, work has been kicking my butt lately. BUT, sometimes, just sometimes, a day at the office is fun.

Friday, while minding my own business and riding in the elevator, I got to the second floor (no I'm not that lazy, our stairs are being carpeted) and the elevator doors wouldn't open. The damn bell kept dinging and dinging letting me know I've reached my destination, but there I was stuck in the tiny space, all alone. I pushed the alarm over and over again but no one came to my rescue. So I started calling people in the office and no one answered.

I was actually starting to panic a little bit. It was 4:00 in the evening and I thought for sure they wouldn't be able to get the elevator company/firemen out there and have me un-stuck by 5:00 which was quitting time. I did not want to stay after 5:00 on a Friday. Oh and of course, the whole being stuck in an elevator with no bathroom thing sucks, too.

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I hit the alarm a couple more times and then miraculously, the door opened. As it slid open, two laughing faces came into view. Two of my co-workers had pushed on the door hard enough to cause it to stay closed. They held it there until they couldn't anymore and then finally let go, freeing me from my prison. I punched them. Hard.

Over the weekend, I contemplated my revenge. I needed something good, but not expected. Shrink wrap all of the stuff in their offices? Good idea, but I didn't have time to do it. I had to act while they were on their lunch breaks. Fill their office with packing peanuts? That would have been hilarious if I had packing peanuts.

Then it hit me. Jim Halpert. Do you know where I'm going with this my fellow The Office fans? No, I did not put their staplers in Jell-O. However, I did take most of their belongings from their desks, including their  computer mice, planners, staplers, calculators and even eye glasses and I put them in the vending machine.

Dwight's (The Office) stuff in the vending machine

It took them a while to figure out what had happened to their stuff and they started blaming everyone! Even each other. Finally someone said to them, "You can get your stuff back if you have some change."

They went to the vending machine and saw all of their stuff for sale for 35 cents.

I finally admitted it was me, and now I fear for my life.