My boss sent me an email asking me to decorate a soon to be departing employee's cube. He provided the materials such as balloons, confetti, etc. Since I'm on a night shift and the employee's not here he correctly assumed Joe and I would have the time to dedicate to this.
We have effectively filled the entire cubicle with balloons. Since we didn't have a helium tank Joe and I relied on our lungs. I'm so dizzy I forgot who I was for a while and believed that Dr Phil is quality television. I almost even thought about getting a subscription to People magazine. My high school biology teacher was right. Cutting off air to the circulation makes you stupid.
I don't think I'll be asked to decorate again. After viewing the handy work I can only think of one thing and that is I'm so overpaid. The pic above is about 3/4 of the work we put into it.
Regardless I think all will get a kick out of it. Hopefully Jeff, the co-worker who's moving on to bigger and better things in this company, will take it better than the guy in the video below:
"In my 20s and 30s I usually wrote at night, roughly 10 PM to 4 AM, alone in my lit room, like a solitary balloon sailing through the night." - Donald E. Westlake