It takes a special person to work in an office and not turn homicidal. Most of my friends work in offices and we have always swapped stories of the horrors that are our jobs but I have one friend in particular who has stories that are on par with the ones I have. Which is why we're besties. She gets me.
We actually used to work together in what was my very first office job. This was when I was still really naive to people and didn't think that people were actually douches all of the time. No, seriously- I once was a shy, polite girl. Obviously that made it oooh..maybe 6 months. And then my friend showed me the light.
Anyways. So while working there I got an office, and by "office" I mean the room that shared the paper, copier and collating machine. I fucking loved the collating machine. And no other job I have ever had has had a collating machine and this makes me sad. I am 99% sure I have carpal tunnel from having to fold paper and lots of it at my last job on a regular basis. Bitches. So while shoved in my little "office" in the afternoons I realized that people were totally abusing the copier. Totally. Like I was clearing jams for bitches copying Good Housekeeping recipes. Number one- that's theft I'm sure, and number two- those recipes will not help you lose weight, fat ass. You need to actually exercise. I know, it's scary, but really- there is no other way.
Unless you like puking.
But what is amazing is that after a decade...two of my signs are still up!
And I was always amazed that I had to have a sign telling people to put the supplies back. Because honestly? I should not have to plan out a covert ops mission to find my pen.