defective sticky notes

THE STORY I AM ABOUT TO TELL YOU IS TRUE.

I love my job. I like my co-workers. I hate my 45 minute commute. I enjoy the work that I do. I’m not going to mention any names, to protect the innocent, the guilty, and my wonderful job.

This morning I was handed a small slip of yellow paper with a name and email address on it. The verbal directions were to email a document to this person. Being a very easy to amuse person, I was instantly mesmerized by the note. I quickly realized it was a sticky note, and this is relevant because the writing was on the adhesive side of the paper. Not just below the glue, but right across it. I point this out to the note-giver, because I’m helpful like that. Really.

Said writer-of-note remarked, yeah, thought it was weird that the sticky side of the paper was on top. Maybe … the pad … was … defective?

This person is the boss of me. It would be in bad taste for me to double over laughing. Holding it in makes it very hard to breathe. But I am strong. I remark, tactfully—remembering that I love my job—perhaps … the pad … is … upside-down?

Hmmm. Note-maker ponders this and returns to office to check. Occupants of adjacent cubicles fold and begin chuckling. I’m about to cry. Hyperventilate.

Author-of-note returns with very normal, ordinary pad of small yellow sticky notes. Shows me how the “top” sheet is sticky at the top. Gently, gently, I audibly observe that the “bottom” of the pad, might be … actually … the top. Pen-master turns the pad over. Yeah, that makes sense. Leaves room.

Neighboring groundhogs are in stitches. I can barely breathe. I am filled with joy. Mirth, even. My job here is complete. Can I have the afternoon off?

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