Ballooned

So, I’m going on vacation. I know the track record of this place – I’m going to come back to something crazy in my office. It’s Halloween week, I’m the Halloween queen, so I assume that I’m going to come back to cobwebs, gravestones and skeletons.

Yeah, I was WRONG.

After tearing through the caution tape covering my door, and finding a bag containing the extremely cryptic contents of work gloves, safety glasses, earplugs, Excedrin and pins, I open the door and am confronted with a room FULL (and I mean to the “ceiling”) with balloons (hence the pins).

About an hour later, after I managed to pop all of the balloons, find my paycheck (which was inside one of them) and really annoy the neighbors, I finally sat down at my desk to do some work.

I love my job! – Beth

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Vacation return was Foiled!

I noticed the loft seemed a little brighter as I climbed the spiral staircase. Then it hit me: What did they do to my desk!?

I rounded the corner to find my whole workspace fastidiously wrapped in aluminum foil. Everything was individually wrapped and taped: business cards, sticky notes, everything. As if returning from a long vacation isn’t hard enough, add unwrapping to the list. 2 hours later, I am now the proud owner of the largest ball of aluminum foil I've even seen. – Marshall

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Welcome Back, Jackie!

Last year when Jackie was away on vacation, we thought it would be hilarious to wrap her entire desk and everything on it in bubblewrap, down to her pens and paycheck envelope.

As it turns out, it wasn’t Jackie’s expression that was priceless, it was unfortunetly our’s – Jackie returned from vacation with a broken arm and sprained ankle. We had to unwrap the entire thing ourselves. Oh, the irony.

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True Story

I went up to the loft because there were noises going on. I get up there to find that the noise is coming from my slanted ceiling behind Alena’s desk. We’re trying to pin point the random noise and figure out that it’s a bird stuck behind the drywall. Everyone figures it’s a nest with a baby bird. But I can’t find anywhere outside that they could have gone through to build a nest.

Alena is under a desk. Jackie and I are running around with blankets trying to catch the bird. Kristin is trying to take pictures. It was a circus. Finally after climbing over the wall of the loft, across the beam to the landing above the door, the bird flies over to a window... Perches... And flies out.

And I wanted to own a building, why?

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I'd like to take a moment to thank the individual who felt it necessary to designate our new office's street with a full, complete and proper name.

Sincerely,
Terry

What don't we need?
We're looking for a bigger office.
We're looking for more staff.
Wha, wha, wha.

Usually it's the clients that creatives cry about.

The only thing better than beer and sex is a FedEx driver that gets to the pickup box late.

(Sad. I know)

It's March. The weather has been a roller coaster, but the birds are singing, business is good and all is right with the world...

...then Uncle Sam and the Statue of Liberty come walking through our door (fully ignoring the "no solicitations" sign.)

The wonderful morning of creative bliss was trashed by the thought of giving The Man thousands of dollars in less than a month.

Have a nice day.
Terry

I've had this photo I clipped from a stock book for, I don't know, 7 years now. From office to office and company to company it keeps popping up and brings a smile to my face every time. I think it has a frame in it's future.

My quote says it all. We just need a little love from the client and we get all silly.

Terry