For seven years, i had a baseball bat in my cube.
It was a wooden, full sized, unstained hickory, heavily dented, Louisville Slugger and lived up to it's full "Office Space" potential on more than one occassion.
Folks would often come in and hold it, in a semi threatening manner while talking to me. It gave them something to occupy their hands. It made sure that they had my undivided attention. It was the ultimate cube toy.
Today, it's missing.
i.. i feel so alone.
Well, that and now i need to go spend another $40 and get a new one, but where am i going to find the servers to pound into twisted metal carcasses?
Me and that bat, we had history. Good times, you know? Happy memories of thoughts of wanton violence and the comfy knowledge that carnage was just a leisurely walk away.
Sigh.
Well, at least i still have the arsenal of nerf weaponry.
That totally sucks. I have held that bat many times pondering the damage I could inflict on feed.y.c…
JR — you should find out who took your bat, and go beat them over the head with your…. DOH!
Lock up everything, there's a theif in the office.