There's very few things I enjoy at my job, in fact, it's down to like 3 things; holding my title over people lower than me, the absurd amount of vacation we get (seriously, I got 30 days this year...30!), the fact that my office has a college type cafeteria, and office place notes.
I love reading them, and I love writing them. I'm just a huge fan of the office note. I've left them on walls, computers, sinks, water bubblers, and of course, the fridge.
I also strangely love writing one only to find it's been torn down and thrown out a few hours later, just fires me up to write another one, even meaner. In fact I think that's what drives me to write the notes...knowing that its pissing someone else off...its the bastard in me. It's just not enough for me to vent to a couple of friends about various things, I need to publicly shame the offenders. And even if I'm not there when they find the message, I still get the satisfaction knowing that they read my message and knew I was talking directly to them.
I also love that in a corporate work place, it's really the only way to truly gripe the way god intended griping to be. You can only trust your bosses or friends at work so much, at the end of the day they're co-workers and your competitors for promotions, salary, and power. You've always got to watch what you let slip, no inappropriate comments, only a mild amount of swearing, and everything has to be kept at a certain level of PC. But that's the beauty in the office note, you can say whatever the fuck you want. As long as no one sees you taping that baby up, you're home free.
I once for a week straight hung up a sign on our water cooler that said "please do not place the tip of your water bottle to the tip of the nozzle, it's fucking disgusting, use some hand eye coordination." Every day it was torn down, and every day I hung up a new copy. I was like an anonymous hero to my group at work. Everyone talked about the person who kept hanging the note like they were Batman, a caped crusader fighting for justice, never revealing his identity...Well secrets out, it was me...and it was worth it, because I caught that person in the act. Saw them placing the top of the bottle on the tip of the water spout, saw them tear down the message, and then saw them look back at me, mortified that someone was standing there watching the whole thing...She was fired about a month later, completely unrelated, but bears mentioning.
