Work, and pranks.

[azurelunatic]

Today was a 16.5 hour shift at work. Shawn said that I work crazy too much. In this case, the long shift was kind of a lot for the making up on the having flaked out some earlier in the week. No overtime for Loonie.

I may well go for an extra Monday shift, just so's I can get the hours in while they're there.

Re-organization starts to go live this week-ish. Happy fucking April Fool's Day.

Speaking of which, the Pink Menace is planned to go in. I am part of like 5 different April Fool schemes:

1. The Pink Menace. I conspire with Stressy College Chick on this one, and am planning on getting Rev. Not-So-Nice Super in on it, as it's a physical humor thing, and he needs to be part of the in-crowd on those.


2. Blue hair. Just me.


3. Something (small) to get Stressy College Chick on the day before the 1st. Just because. So she won't be suspecting ... (With Homie G and Shocking Gum Super, and probably Rev. NSNS)


4. Something (big) to get Stressy College Chick, on the day of. (Same crowd. My idea was the one-two prank.)


5. Fake a dialer crash. (with Stressy College Chick)

Someone's going to get me soooo good...

Yesterday there was a fake phone call in for Stressy College Chick. The boys co-opted me in to the prank, because I take phone messages all the time for people. It was some random former co-worker allegedly calling her. They played it really well. If they'd taken the fake message, she'd have smelled a rat. (Was simple and harmless -- said former co-worker who she's not got much history with calling and saying he missed her. Callback number bogus and under the control of Homie G.)

I am playing my own side in all of this, needless to say.

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[nalidoll.livejournal.com]

You know... this sort of thing starts simple, and it starts young... Miss Bit has been begging me for a "prank kit" for over 6 months, now. Including a whooppee cushion, because at 6 those are still funny.

April will be a long month, because one day is never enough for the child.

[azurelunatic]

This is "the pink menace".

I should probably blame GrandfatherSir, because Dad had to get it from somewhere.

Dad did pranks ranging from elaborate, elegant, useful, and crass. One cold winter day, he created a vat of mulled cider, and traveled the building he worked in, all eight floors, blowing on a conch shell and wearing a length of brilliant turquoise fabric with hot pink flowers wrapped around his lower half, and not much else. He was also a master of the Bogus Memo, which was a lot easier to do before the days of e-mail.

[azurelunatic]

We created the bogus message slip, and I tried to make it look really authentic by doing it the way I always do it, and not crafting it too carefully.

We nudged that she should call him back all night long, and I was just nosy enough to not arouse suspicion. (I can keep a poker face.) The boys were a little worse, but not too bad.

After they'd left, at the end of the night, I 'fessed up. There was a good-natured chorus of "Damn you, Joan [Fayoumis]!" from her (her usual response when someone does something mildly annoying) and she thought it was funny. She looked at the boys until they cracked and started laughing, following this. (She didn't say that I'd told her.)