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.
There is nothing worse then a prank vendetta that cannot be avenged due to outside influence, especially one as easy to hate as this woman. I almost feel obligated to help you out and brainstorm a way to get these people back... The plans were good, but unfortunately you have to scrap them because she's aware. Now if you thought up something else and made it untraceable back to you, then you have a new renewed purpose. I feel for ya... that sucks. Good luck.
I love a good prank war though haha... maybe i should start one now...