Mentor Becomes the Manatee

Long story short, I attempted to prank Jeff by inserting about 15 air fresheners of strong and varied putrid smells in difficult-to-find places around his cubicle. This was a Thursday. He did not show up. I blame my own blind faith in his Outlook calendar. Jolene complained of the smell (whiny jerk). I took them all out at great physical risk to myself (VERY difficult places…) and put them in a Ziploc bag and into another plastic bag in my bottom drawer. I later replaced 3 or 4 pleasantly pine scented fresheners in his filing cabinet, which turned out to be a splendid idea (you’re welcome, Jeff). This is all several weeks ago now. Well, I am not the least lazy person on the planet. The others are still in my bottom drawer and the sickening odor (mmmmm…pine forest + tropical rain + cinna-berry) hits me like a cloud of gaseous vomit every time I open the drawer to get my purse out. I think at this point I’m less disgusted at the actual smell and more disgusted at the fact that, apparently, I’ve pranked myself.