Thursday, May 12, 2005
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2:57 p.m.
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My co-workers insist I've gone mad, but I think it's because they're blind to the horrible truth that there are, in fact, gnomes at work in the building.
Each night I go home leaving my desk area unmolested. It's in prime condition with a row of assembled Kinder Surpise toys lining one end of my shelf, a small Kubrick Spider-Man figure hanging from my inbox tray, and a few pictures scattered around my area.
And then I come back the next morning and things are... different.
It started with Spider-Man. He was fine and dandy most of the time, but then one day I came in and he was facing the wrong way. Nathan, one of my co-workers was my first suspect. He's had it in for me since I started chucking paper clips at him. He denies it, but I'm still not sure.
It happened again the next day and the day after. Then things seemed fine.
Until I looked at my Kinder toys. Someone clearly moved my metal X-Men figurines around. They were all together, then suddenly apart.
Today it got worse. Two toys that were previously "chasing" each other now faced each other. The X-Men were moved out of order. My martian Kinder had flown away to the other end of the table.
This is the work of an evil genius. One who must be stopped.
I still suspect Nathan, as he's here long after the rest of us go home. I wish there was some way to set up a trap to catch the culprit. They all tell me I'm paranoid, or that the cleaner's are having a go at me.
I'll get them. I'll make them ALL pay.
Each night I go home leaving my desk area unmolested. It's in prime condition with a row of assembled Kinder Surpise toys lining one end of my shelf, a small Kubrick Spider-Man figure hanging from my inbox tray, and a few pictures scattered around my area.
And then I come back the next morning and things are... different.
It started with Spider-Man. He was fine and dandy most of the time, but then one day I came in and he was facing the wrong way. Nathan, one of my co-workers was my first suspect. He's had it in for me since I started chucking paper clips at him. He denies it, but I'm still not sure.
It happened again the next day and the day after. Then things seemed fine.
Until I looked at my Kinder toys. Someone clearly moved my metal X-Men figurines around. They were all together, then suddenly apart.
Today it got worse. Two toys that were previously "chasing" each other now faced each other. The X-Men were moved out of order. My martian Kinder had flown away to the other end of the table.
This is the work of an evil genius. One who must be stopped.
I still suspect Nathan, as he's here long after the rest of us go home. I wish there was some way to set up a trap to catch the culprit. They all tell me I'm paranoid, or that the cleaner's are having a go at me.
I'll get them. I'll make them ALL pay.
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