Friday, July 14, 2006
Office Invasion, Part 2
Robin and I spent the day of the last posting discussing what we should do about the intrusions. A few results from our brainstorming session:
* Stop each person walking through and ask them not to do it anymore.
* Send out an email to the offending departments, reminding them that it was now an office space, not an Office Space.
* Sic our boss on them, individually or as a whole.
* Trip wires.
* Stop abruptly, swivel chair towards offender, and stare dumbly as they walk through.
* Attempt to engage each offender in a truly annoying debate, such as Frontpage vs. Dreamweaver, butter vs. margarine, Tony's vs. Daytime Emmy's, Shannen Doherty vs. Alyssa Milano, Winter Olympics vs. watching paint peel, etc.
About the time we were getting really wound up, one of the worst offenders came in and offered us fresh cookies. Robin, being a man of moral fortitude, declined. I, being a woman in need of chocolate chips, consorted with the enemy. When he left, we looked at each other for a long time and he said, "Well played."
Well played indeed, but something must still be done. Just this morning someone wandered in asking if they were "still allowed" to use our copy machine. Our passive aggressive response is to keep it unplugged. The boss noted there was no lock, and directed us to start looking for the request form. Given the levels of bureaucrazy, as it were, it will probably be next year by the time we find it.
Meanwhile, Clint wrote and suggested we post this, true to English majors form:
Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.
Love, Sarah
* Stop each person walking through and ask them not to do it anymore.
* Send out an email to the offending departments, reminding them that it was now an office space, not an Office Space.
* Sic our boss on them, individually or as a whole.
* Trip wires.
* Stop abruptly, swivel chair towards offender, and stare dumbly as they walk through.
* Attempt to engage each offender in a truly annoying debate, such as Frontpage vs. Dreamweaver, butter vs. margarine, Tony's vs. Daytime Emmy's, Shannen Doherty vs. Alyssa Milano, Winter Olympics vs. watching paint peel, etc.
About the time we were getting really wound up, one of the worst offenders came in and offered us fresh cookies. Robin, being a man of moral fortitude, declined. I, being a woman in need of chocolate chips, consorted with the enemy. When he left, we looked at each other for a long time and he said, "Well played."
Well played indeed, but something must still be done. Just this morning someone wandered in asking if they were "still allowed" to use our copy machine. Our passive aggressive response is to keep it unplugged. The boss noted there was no lock, and directed us to start looking for the request form. Given the levels of bureaucrazy, as it were, it will probably be next year by the time we find it.
Meanwhile, Clint wrote and suggested we post this, true to English majors form:
Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.
Love, Sarah
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