Just thought I'd share a lil storie with you guys, the mild mannered Superman has an evil Clark Kent alter-ego.
I work in an office with 5 desks/people. 4 subordinates and 1 supervisor. I never see them because I schedule my shift to be opposite theirs ( cuz they erk the shit outa me ). I have one simple request "Don't touch my shit".
So yesterday I arrive at work to find someone has cleaned up and organized my desk.
Well aint that just nice?
I know who it was too, a certain ocd female in the office.
So I did what any mature adult these days would have done. I frackin ransacked the entire office, no desk was left unturned and un-mutilated, trash cans were emptied on the floor and desks, chairs turned upside down and I lifted the office couch up put it up onto the filing cabinets.
Well, I just arrived at work and the mess has been cleaned but my desk untouched. Theres a little note on my desk:
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Don't touch my shit- Kal