Birthdays and Coworkers

So, I typically am not on campus this semester before 9...hell, if I can help it, it's between 11 and 11:30. All my classes are in the afternoons...

Today, though, I'm here early proctoring a set of exams for my friend Brian. His father's funeral was yesterday, and I'm more than happy to do this for him. That's what friends do, right? (Fucker even said he'd buy me a bottle of wine--to which I gave him the big hairy eyeball and said "I don' think so, Lucy!")

Anyway...I hate traffic in this town between 7 and 8:30. Stop-and-flippin'-go the entire five miles from home to work. Not only that, but there's always the drivers of the Urban Assault Vehicles yakking on their phones while drinking coffee that want to drive in my lane as well as their own that makes it nerve racking! It took me about 5 minutes longer to get to work, and then, get everything from the car into the office...

Now...I share an office with two other people. I like it. It's big, roomy, overly-bright, and pale, but...I like it. I also like the people I'm sharing an office with. Good people, Shannon and Jags. But, this morning, I pop open the door...and there's this...

smell...

and...

presence...

With a great bit of trepidation, I flip on the light...knowing I'd been pranked...but, also wondering if they decided it was my turn to hide the body...and I see that my entire corner of the office has been draped.

Yup.

Draped.

Remember those people that would do 'drapeings' in the early '90's to find out what type of colors you have? Me, I'm an autumn or mid-spring.

My desk is death.

It's shrouded in black. My coworkers got black picnic table covers (ya know the type--plasticized paper--cheap, disposable, fill-the-landfill-crap) and made a hut. Not just the walls, mind you, but the put a flipping ceiling on it, too! There's black streamers all over...

And the best part?

They took random things from my desk and bookshelves, including my mouse, telephone books, keyboard, and my chair, and wrapped them in black crepe paper!

By this time, I'm just having a major giggle fit, and I look at the clock on the wall, and there IS no clock there! Instead, there's a big flippin' sign that says "Hut for the Terminally Aged."

I'm in tears by this time. Luckily, I was able to get into my desk without a problem, got Brian's tests out, and then, threw all my morning stuff onto my cart and wheeled to class.

After logging on, I sent the criminal friends that did this a quick note...

I want to know if they took pictures.

*LOLOL*