The tie emboldened me as I had hoped it would.
For some months I had been trying to get a new stapler for my department but found myself thwarted at every turn. The chain of command had to be followed precisely, and any deviance could end in termination. First my department chair would be notified of the need. He would take it to the chairs meeting. From there it would move to the academic planning committee. After that, it went to the provost’s office, where a skeletal lady named Jain would veto it.
The next day I bought a new stapler at an Office Max and walked into my office like a god. I set it down before my office mates, and they marveled at its sleek design and high capacity staple track.
“That holds three normal clips!” ejaculated the boy from the technical processing area whose name had always escaped me.
“It does,” I said. “And it’s ours.”
Then I went to the bathroom and peed directly on the bright pink urinal cake in the right-most urinal. Over the course of the next month, I used that urinal exclusively and eroded three urinal cakes in the time it took the others to achieve half-life. Jain sent a memo to our department imploring us not to urinate directly on the urinal cakes, as it caused them to dissipate prematurely. I read the memo, walked into the bathroom and pissed a violent stream right onto the urinal cake’s dead heart.
The next day I was called into the provost’s office. Jain spun around in her chair to face me. “I’ll get right to the point,” she said. “You’re a troublemaker, and I don’t think you respect our institutional mission. Can you give me a reason I should not fire you?”
I honestly could not.
“You’re fired,” she said.
“That’s cool,” I said. “But I’m taking the stapler with me.”
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