Not too long ago my boss, David Thielen, gave two Monopoly get out of jail free cards to everyone in the office. I assume they were intended for us employees to push the boundaries, and think outside of the box without fear of repercussion.
Any who, while these cards probable purpose were such noble objectives, I decided to use mine for a more devious ambition. I decided, hey, why not play a practical joke on our boss Dave. He seems to have a pretty good sense of humor, and thus Operation Plausible Deniability was born.
In order to play a practical joke on someone, you really need to know how far you can go before you cross the line of bad taste. For example, a few years ago I made a bumper stick that said "Small Penis On Board" and placed it on the bumper of my cousin's truck. He thoroughly enjoyed it when he found out, but we know each other well. I imagine such a similar practical joke on my boss would earn me the magical pink slip.
So I spent a few weeks plotting about what kind of joke I could play on Dave. I thought of doing the classic gag of filling Dave's entire office with cups of water. I would then dye some of the cups with food coloring, so it would spell out, Dave love's Crystal Reports, which is one of our competitors. This idea was nixed, because I heard it is a no-no to interfere with Dave's ability to work. Other ideas that didn't make it were: placing a 5-guys hamburger in his ceiling tiles, photoshopping Dave's head onto a life size cut out of a bikini model's body. I would then cover the bikini body portion of the cut out in Dave's normal attire. Every time we made a sale, we would remove an article of Dave's clothing to reveal his rocking bod underneath. It was determined that this joke would be a non-motivating factor for the sales team.
So what did I do in the end, you ask. I decided to make a bunch of photoshopped Missing/Wanted posters of Dave, get other people in the office to fill them out, and then litter them around the joint late at night. Here is an example of what Dave saw when he arrived at work the next morning.
DAVID "W" THIELEN
Needless to say, being a lowly intern, I wonder what his reaction would be to such good natured ribbing when I came to work the next day. My first encounter with Dave was in the bathroom. I enthusiastically told him, "I am glad to see that you are still alive. I was beginning to worry about you." He cryptically replied, "Yeah I am alive, but you're dead!" Later that day he enigmatically offered to give me a ride to 5-Guys Hamburgers in the trunk of his car. I bet that is code for me getting a promotion.
Anyway, my penance for this little adventure into office humor is to write a blog about, which being a programmer is torture. I would like to close by saying that I really hope Dave retaliates with a practical joke of his own. If he is reading this, I just want him to know, it is nearly impossible to offend me, and I am curious how far this could escalate, hopefully to the level of Cubical wars! http://www.windwardreports.com/cubiclewars2010.htm