I am so $#$@$#%$% enraged right now. Two coworkers pranked me by filling my desk with multicolored feathers and signs that said "fabulous". Which I about died laughing when I saw. Of course, I am prone to allergies so I sneezed for the entire rest of the day but who cares? It was funny.
So tonight I start to get them back. One gets a desk full of rice crispies. I mean full.
The other, who had a less role, all I was going to do was rearrange his rolodex in completely non-alphabetical order. So my personality-challenged, no people skills havin' grown up goth kid supervisor comes by and tell me I can't do that. Then FOLLOWS ME AROUND TO MAKE SURE I DON'T.
This is the same heinous too-tight pants wearing harpy that spends 2-3 hours a night on personal calls or chatting with her mini-me minion. So my fun isn't allowed but yours is?
And they wonder why I'm leaving. I've made this woman cry before I'm tempted to do it again.