Don't mess with Steve's desk!
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A couple of years ago I worked with a lad called Steve, one day before he came in we wrapped everything on his desk in this sort of large blue toilet roll stuff we use for cleaning. Monitor, keyboard, phone, mouse, tower, chair, photos, everything. He walked in, uttered two words, each of one syllable, one very rude before turning round, walking out and going home again. Last night I tried a different Steve. We had a pile of about a hundred CDs (msdn ones mostly) that needed disposing of so after he went home I tiled his desk with them. Just placed on every available space, it is not like I grouted them or anything. Apparently it did not go down well this morning, but at least he is still here. Has anyone else played a prank on someone called Steve that has not been appreciated? Or do you know a Steve who can take the joke? Is your name Steve, and how do you think you would react? There is one more Steve here, but he is into hunting and eating what he catches, and is very proficient with gun and knife so I am carrying out no further tests for now.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
Ah yes, I used to work with a Steve and he took pranks a bit more light heartedly, although our boss (a Kevin) eventually got fed up with our fiddling with Steve's PC to make it say things like "Starting MS-DOG" or, a particular favourite, tweaking the text displayed by an animated gnome when exiting a shareware paint program to say "don't forget your hankey".
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I can't, he is THE boss; it's not a big company. Anyway, I (mostly) agree with him, not because I have no sense of humour, but because practical jokes usually end up with making someone look stupid through no fault of their own.
I don't agree. It's not the joke itself that makes them look stupid. Usually it's their reaction.
"I just exchanged opinions with my boss. I went in with mine and came out with his." - me, 2011 ---
I am endeavoring, Madam, to construct a mnemonic memory circuit using stone knives and bearskins - Mr. Spock 1935 and me 2011 -
I don't agree. It's not the joke itself that makes them look stupid. Usually it's their reaction.
"I just exchanged opinions with my boss. I went in with mine and came out with his." - me, 2011 ---
I am endeavoring, Madam, to construct a mnemonic memory circuit using stone knives and bearskins - Mr. Spock 1935 and me 2011So you turn up to work one day, lots to do, meetings to attend, deadlines to meet, only to find that someone has wrapped everything on your desk so you are going to have to spend at least an hour unwrapping everything. Being pissed off sounds like a perfectly normal reaction to me.
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A couple of years ago I worked with a lad called Steve, one day before he came in we wrapped everything on his desk in this sort of large blue toilet roll stuff we use for cleaning. Monitor, keyboard, phone, mouse, tower, chair, photos, everything. He walked in, uttered two words, each of one syllable, one very rude before turning round, walking out and going home again. Last night I tried a different Steve. We had a pile of about a hundred CDs (msdn ones mostly) that needed disposing of so after he went home I tiled his desk with them. Just placed on every available space, it is not like I grouted them or anything. Apparently it did not go down well this morning, but at least he is still here. Has anyone else played a prank on someone called Steve that has not been appreciated? Or do you know a Steve who can take the joke? Is your name Steve, and how do you think you would react? There is one more Steve here, but he is into hunting and eating what he catches, and is very proficient with gun and knife so I am carrying out no further tests for now.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
Pranks don't go over very well with me. I always question the true motivation of someone who feels they have to prank someone. My question to you would be, what did all these Steve's do to you that makes you want to prank them so badly. They obviously didn't seem to get your joke what dumb asses they are, don't you think?
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So you turn up to work one day, lots to do, meetings to attend, deadlines to meet, only to find that someone has wrapped everything on your desk so you are going to have to spend at least an hour unwrapping everything. Being pissed off sounds like a perfectly normal reaction to me.
:thumbsup:
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Pranks don't go over very well with me. I always question the true motivation of someone who feels they have to prank someone. My question to you would be, what did all these Steve's do to you that makes you want to prank them so badly. They obviously didn't seem to get your joke what dumb asses they are, don't you think?
Quite, I don't see how someone not finding a prank funny is somehow their fault.
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Pranks don't go over very well with me. I always question the true motivation of someone who feels they have to prank someone. My question to you would be, what did all these Steve's do to you that makes you want to prank them so badly. They obviously didn't seem to get your joke what dumb asses they are, don't you think?
Slacker007 wrote:
My question to you would be, what did all these Steve's do to you that makes you want to prank them so badly.
You think that is badly? The first Steve was one of the biggest pranksters I have ever worked with, it was just this one occasion with his desk that he didn't take well. The second has been more than happy to join in with others being done, didn't seem to like being on the wrong end though. And I have been done in various ways many, many times.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
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Quite, I don't see how someone not finding a prank funny is somehow their fault.
I didn't say it was their fault, I was amused by the irony of two Steve's reacting to desk tampering. The coincidence tickled me. Obviously there are two of you who are disgusted with this gentle reverie.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
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I didn't say it was their fault, I was amused by the irony of two Steve's reacting to desk tampering. The coincidence tickled me. Obviously there are two of you who are disgusted with this gentle reverie.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
ChrisElston wrote:
gentle reverie.
Let me shit on your desk and then everyone can laugh at your reaction and then I will call it gentle reverie. You did ask us for our opinions and I gave you mine. :)
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ChrisElston wrote:
gentle reverie.
Let me shit on your desk and then everyone can laugh at your reaction and then I will call it gentle reverie. You did ask us for our opinions and I gave you mine. :)
wait a sec, sh*tting on desks is reserved for a$$hole bosses desks on your last day with a company!
Pete
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Slacker007 wrote:
My question to you would be, what did all these Steve's do to you that makes you want to prank them so badly.
You think that is badly? The first Steve was one of the biggest pranksters I have ever worked with, it was just this one occasion with his desk that he didn't take well. The second has been more than happy to join in with others being done, didn't seem to like being on the wrong end though. And I have been done in various ways many, many times.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
ChrisElston wrote:
And I have been done in various ways many, many times.
Heh heh! :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
Pete
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A couple of years ago I worked with a lad called Steve, one day before he came in we wrapped everything on his desk in this sort of large blue toilet roll stuff we use for cleaning. Monitor, keyboard, phone, mouse, tower, chair, photos, everything. He walked in, uttered two words, each of one syllable, one very rude before turning round, walking out and going home again. Last night I tried a different Steve. We had a pile of about a hundred CDs (msdn ones mostly) that needed disposing of so after he went home I tiled his desk with them. Just placed on every available space, it is not like I grouted them or anything. Apparently it did not go down well this morning, but at least he is still here. Has anyone else played a prank on someone called Steve that has not been appreciated? Or do you know a Steve who can take the joke? Is your name Steve, and how do you think you would react? There is one more Steve here, but he is into hunting and eating what he catches, and is very proficient with gun and knife so I am carrying out no further tests for now.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
Have you tried this steve[^]? I bet he likes people playing jokes on him.
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ChrisElston wrote:
gentle reverie.
Let me shit on your desk and then everyone can laugh at your reaction and then I will call it gentle reverie. You did ask us for our opinions and I gave you mine. :)
The gentle reverie of which I spoke was the tale of the two Steves, not the act of desk desecration. This is becoming hard work. Anyway as a penance I just bought Second Steve a bottle of his favourite beer and he is beaming from ear to ear.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
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The gentle reverie of which I spoke was the tale of the two Steves, not the act of desk desecration. This is becoming hard work. Anyway as a penance I just bought Second Steve a bottle of his favourite beer and he is beaming from ear to ear.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
ChrisElston wrote:
This is becoming hard work.
:-D No hard feelings.
ChrisElston wrote:
not the act of desk desecration
I was making a point...failed, I think, but a point none the less. :)
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ChrisElston wrote:
This is becoming hard work.
:-D No hard feelings.
ChrisElston wrote:
not the act of desk desecration
I was making a point...failed, I think, but a point none the less. :)
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If you curl one off on my desk I'll be impressed if you manage to make any discernible point.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
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So you turn up to work one day, lots to do, meetings to attend, deadlines to meet, only to find that someone has wrapped everything on your desk so you are going to have to spend at least an hour unwrapping everything. Being pissed off sounds like a perfectly normal reaction to me.
Amen to that. I don't mind a little practical joke every now and then, but wrapping up everything in someone's office goes beyond that. The first time I saw it happen in my work area, I gently let the folks involved know that I would be most unappreciative if it happened to my cubicle. Fortunately, I work with a great bunch of people, so they have always honored my wishes.
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So you turn up to work one day, lots to do, meetings to attend, deadlines to meet, only to find that someone has wrapped everything on your desk so you are going to have to spend at least an hour unwrapping everything. Being pissed off sounds like a perfectly normal reaction to me.
If it does not happen every day, then just get over it. Getting angry makes you look like a fool and please the pranksters so much that they will surely do it again. Like always: Don't feed the trolls.
"I just exchanged opinions with my boss. I went in with mine and came out with his." - me, 2011 ---
I am endeavoring, Madam, to construct a mnemonic memory circuit using stone knives and bearskins - Mr. Spock 1935 and me 2011 -
A couple of years ago I worked with a lad called Steve, one day before he came in we wrapped everything on his desk in this sort of large blue toilet roll stuff we use for cleaning. Monitor, keyboard, phone, mouse, tower, chair, photos, everything. He walked in, uttered two words, each of one syllable, one very rude before turning round, walking out and going home again. Last night I tried a different Steve. We had a pile of about a hundred CDs (msdn ones mostly) that needed disposing of so after he went home I tiled his desk with them. Just placed on every available space, it is not like I grouted them or anything. Apparently it did not go down well this morning, but at least he is still here. Has anyone else played a prank on someone called Steve that has not been appreciated? Or do you know a Steve who can take the joke? Is your name Steve, and how do you think you would react? There is one more Steve here, but he is into hunting and eating what he catches, and is very proficient with gun and knife so I am carrying out no further tests for now.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
ChrisElston wrote:
into hunting and eating what he catches, and is very proficient with gun and knife so I am carrying out no further tests for now.
good call!
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A couple of years ago I worked with a lad called Steve, one day before he came in we wrapped everything on his desk in this sort of large blue toilet roll stuff we use for cleaning. Monitor, keyboard, phone, mouse, tower, chair, photos, everything. He walked in, uttered two words, each of one syllable, one very rude before turning round, walking out and going home again. Last night I tried a different Steve. We had a pile of about a hundred CDs (msdn ones mostly) that needed disposing of so after he went home I tiled his desk with them. Just placed on every available space, it is not like I grouted them or anything. Apparently it did not go down well this morning, but at least he is still here. Has anyone else played a prank on someone called Steve that has not been appreciated? Or do you know a Steve who can take the joke? Is your name Steve, and how do you think you would react? There is one more Steve here, but he is into hunting and eating what he catches, and is very proficient with gun and knife so I am carrying out no further tests for now.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
Brings this scene from Pulp Fiction to mind: Lance: Still got your desk? Steve: Aw, man. You know what some fucker did the other day? Lance: What? Steve: Fucking keyed it. Lance: Oh, man, that's fucked up. Steve: Tell me about it. I had it in storage for three years, it was out for five days and some dickless piece of shit fucked with it. Lance: They should be fucking killed. No trial, no jury, straight to execution. Steve: Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it. I'd have given anything to catch that asshole doing it. It'd been worth him doing it just so I could've caught him doing it. Lance: What a fucker! Steve: What's more chicken shit than fucking with a man's desk? I mean, don't fuck with another man's desk. Lance: You don't do it. Steve: It's just against the rules. :-D P.S. My desk is my lap, so don't mess with it!
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