Wow. You Got Me.

Remember the woman at work who I have a little practical joke competition with? Well, last Thursday night after she left, I went to the first aid kit in the bathroom and got a band aid. I proceeded to the fridge in the break room to find some ketchup. Not finding any I spied a can of V8 in the very back. Checking the date on the bottom and noticing that it was 'best used before September 2004', I decided nobody would be missing it.

I was a little dissapointed with the V8, I thought that ketchup would work better as a blood subsitute. Man, was I wrong. The consistency allowed it to soak into the cotton pad just like real blood, and while the color was just a little yellower than real dried blood would be, it was still pretty convincing.

I left the little surprise on her keyboard tray next to her mouse.

I wish I could have been there to see her reaction (most people get to work before me). I heard there was a lot of hyperventilating and hands waving in the air. Ahh. Satisfaction.

So, anyway, this morning I got here and walked past this womans cube and began to enter mine, when my eyes sent a distress signal to my brain. "Somethings wrong!" they said. My brain noticed something wrong also, but can't quite figure it out.

A couple of seconds later, my jaw dropped, I start to drool, my stomach switched places with my Adam's apple and I became catatonic.

My cube. My beatiful cube. Everything I had on my walls was gone. My Red Sox poster, Red Sox calendar, dozens of miscellaneous Red Sox photos, front page newspapers from The Day After, Corvette pictures, my David Ortiz plaque, my 2004 Red Sox schedule, my Red Sox Christmas ornament, 450R magazine pictures, and my Napolean Dymate pin. All gone. Nothing remained but a few tacks on the wall. Just like the Grinch had been there.

A lesser man would have cried.

Payback, my friend, is a female dog.