On Friday, I told you guys about my stolen chair experience in which I borrowed my neighbor's chair [that is still at my desk today unfortunately] that I thought was like mine. I learned the hard way that it isn't.
Anyway, Christina told me "I'd put out a report for a missing chair. Be prepared for a potential ransom note." That prompted a memory I'd forgotten I had, one from when I first started working at the station.
I'm not really sure what title this lady holds. In my mind she's the office-supply-lady-who's-anal-about-the-copy-machine secretary.
There is a table of office supplies out in the copy machine area. You would think that they are there for general office use. You would be wrong. They are there to tease those of us working in the newsroom.
If one item on that table is not physically touching the table for more than five minutes, she knows. She comes swooping out of her office, in much the same fashion as she does when someone dares to put more paper in the copy machine, and stares down the person using said item until they feel so self-conscious and anxious that they quickly drop the item back to the table before they're finished using it and beat a hasty retreat.
You think I'm kidding.
A few months after I started working here, I moved to the day shift. You know, the typical 9 to 5 shift that yuppies work. I hadn't been working that shift for more than a week when the lay of the land, a.k.a. office supply table, became very apparent.
Someone needed a highlighter. There just so happens to be a pink highlighter on that table. They trustingly use the highlighter and mistakenly gather it into their group of papers, pens, etc. and deposit it unknowingly on their desk.
By the end of the day there was an inter-office memo, a note taped to the newsroom door and an email circulating demanding the return of said highlighter.
Want to know who had it?
Our news director.
