jianantonic | Not just another "work" story

The fax machine is right next to my desk. Every day, we get junk faxes - Refinance your home! Buy this! Buy that! - you get the idea. So Brent, the guy who trained me, taught me a cool trick. Make paper airplanes, and throw them at Nate. Works for me. The walls to Nate's office don't go all the way up to the ceiling - it's not a cubicle, he has actual walls, but they don't go all the way up, so he's susceptible to air raids. So a few times a day, we get these faxes, and I do my thing, and Nate doesn't say anything about it really. Occassionally he'll launch the planes back out of his office, but then I just throw them back in there and I ultimately win.

This morning, when he walked into his office, he said, "Meg, I have a question. Is my office like the Bermuda Circle for airplanes or something?" (I know. Circle. That's what he said.) I poked my head in innocently (I avoid other people's offices as a general rule) to see a total plane graveyard on his floor. Apparently, he's just been letting them stay there when they land, and doesn't do anything about them unless they land on his keyboard. I've worked here for over a month now, and in addition to the junk faxes, an occassional random moment of boredom yields another aviation experiment - there were DOZENS of those suckers in there. It gave me a serious case of the giggles. A case that I have not been able to shake all day. It's hilarious. Paper airplanes everywhere. I'm giggling now just writing about it. All sizes, colors, some with drawings on them. It really is the little things in life.

Peace.