Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler

May 17th, 2005 at 07:45am Posted by Bill

I worked with a guy a few years ago who was quite a joker. He was a real riot. I thought it was all fun and games until he crossed the line: He kidnapped my favorite piece of desktop office equipment, my Swingline stapler, and held him for ransom. Here’s the story:

My office is near a small conference room that’s often used by others in the building. For some reason, this conference room’s stapler was always disappearing. When people in a meeting needed something stapled, they would invariably come to my desk and ask to borrow my stapler. I would let them take it back to the conference room with them, but would always make them promise to bring it back at the end of their meeting. If I was away from my office, people would sometimes just take it off my desk and then leave it in the conference room after their meeting was over.

Each morning when I would reach for my stapler to attach the new cover sheet to my TPS reports, it would be missing. I would have to wait until the current meeting was over and then scour the conferece room for my beloved Swingline. The whole time, I put up a pretty vocal fuss about all this (I never threatened to set the building on fire, however.)

So, as I’m going through my normal routine one morning, I discover that my stapler is not on my desk. I trudge over to the conference room to retrieve it, but it’s nowhere to be found there. When I get back to my desk, I find a ransom note sitting on my keyboard. It has also been delivered to my inbox as a Microsoft Word document attachment, sent from one of our anonymous mailboxes we use for testing. Here is a PDF file I created of the ransom note.

With the help of a trusted neutral co-worker, I dissected the Word document and discovered who had actually created it. As soon as he left his desk, I swooped in and took his Intel bunnysuit figure, and created my own ransom note, being careful to create it while logged in with a completely anonymous user name, so it couldn’t be traced back to me. Here is a copy of that ransom note in PDF format.

A trade was arranged, and he got his Intel bunnysuit figure back unharmed, and I got my Swingline stapler back, but he had been roughed up by his captors, and his injuries are evident. Oh the humanity!

Swingline

He still works flawlessly, and I haven’t missed a TPS report deadline since then.

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4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. kathy  |  May 17th, 2005 at 9:42 am

    You got to be kidding. You guys can not find anything better to do with your time.

  • 2. tabitha  |  May 17th, 2005 at 4:27 pm

    that was basically awesome. the bandages with “blood” were a perfect touch. thanks for sharing your obviously traumatic story with the blogger world.
    reminds me of a time the boys that lived in the dorm below us my junior year of college took all the tires off of my roommates car and stuck it up on cinder blocks in the middle of the night . . . that turned in to quite an adventure, er, i mean war.

  • 3. Billy  |  May 19th, 2005 at 11:10 am

    That was really funny.
    UM…
    I am gonna need you to come in on saturday.
    That would be great.
    Ok Thanks
    Bye.

  • 4. S  |  May 27th, 2005 at 11:22 am

    ah Bill - so glad to see you pining for the good old days…and they were good werent they? I so miss the days when we could slack off for hours, all under the protective umbrella of public employment pay…ah, the good old days

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