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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MQXg4eCp7ImA9WxBUE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866804037553612344</id><updated>2010-02-28T12:33:00.630-06:00</updated><title>Office Pranks, Office Humor, and Office Stories - One Crazy Office</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.onecrazyoffice.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.onecrazyoffice.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866804037553612344/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Joe Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206099674374341999</uri><email>onecrazyoffice@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/onecrazyoffice" /><feedburner:info uri="onecrazyoffice" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MQXgzeyp7ImA9WxBUE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866804037553612344.post-9027975930619143771</id><published>2010-02-28T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:33:00.683-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-28T12:33:00.683-06:00</app:edited><title>Two for the price of one</title><content type="html">It is not uncommon to get constables and other law enforcement type people out at this site to serve papers to employees. In fact it usually happens at least once a month. But the other day when this constable walked in he had a little surprise for me. He was not serving one, but two people for two completely different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So he walked in the building and I got the call on the radio that they needed me at the front desk. I invited the constable into my office and asked him the name of the individual that we we about to call down. Well he hands me two names which has never happened before. I was thinking great it is hard enough just to get one guy down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I look up to see if they were even here today and one was and one wasn't. I couldn't get a hold of the guy who was here though. So he left me two of his cards and told me to give that to the two individuals. I didn't have to, but I was bored and thought OK I will help you make some quick money on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Later that day I get a hold of that one individual and give him the card. The guy calls it and it ends up being the wrong guy. Apparently there are two people with that same name that work here. I was like oh great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I ended up giving both cards to the correct people and called the constable. Well he zooms right over and wants to see those people. Well one guy came and got served and that was the end of it. The other guy didn't want his so guess what he did? He RAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I informed very politely that he will not be picking up his summons, because he is in the process of leaving this site right now as quickly as possible. The constable ended up running after him and I am sure that he got his man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866804037553612344-9027975930619143771?l=www.onecrazyoffice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ftNsO2EZ4Lz3l2HCM3d_ddR2O5s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ftNsO2EZ4Lz3l2HCM3d_ddR2O5s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/onecrazyoffice/~4/xMZ7bg2Zna8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.onecrazyoffice.com/feeds/1591710423531701436/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866804037553612344&amp;postID=1591710423531701436&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866804037553612344/posts/default/1591710423531701436?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866804037553612344/posts/default/1591710423531701436?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/onecrazyoffice/~3/xMZ7bg2Zna8/hummingbirds.html" title="Hummingbirds" /><author><name>Joe Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206099674374341999</uri><email>onecrazyoffice@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14617446033325260767" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.onecrazyoffice.com/2009/11/hummingbirds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4FRH84eCp7ImA9WxJVFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866804037553612344.post-5668956873909677683</id><published>2009-07-02T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:01:55.130-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-02T10:01:55.130-05:00</app:edited><title>Sneaking in womans office</title><content type="html">Alright before I start this story I want everyone to know that I ended up marrying this person so it all worked out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       It all started out when I started working nights out at the corporate site. The first day I was out there I saw this one girl walking by. Took my breath away. I couldn't believe my eyes. Of course I didn't say anything, but when she walked by she said hello and all that would come out was this sound that sounded like stepping on a cats tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        After working out there for a few months I did end up talking to her for a little bit and found out that she was the lead receptionist at the site. She was real nice, so I figured she had the ugly duckling syndrome. Where they don't know how hot they are. Why else would she spend any time talking to a security guard. I found that most of the girls that worked there had that attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        So after thinking about it for awhile I figured out that I needed to find more out about this girl. See if she was with someone else and anything else that might help me bag this babe. So late one night when everybody was gone I snuck into her office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I went through her desk and didn't find anything, so I started to go through her computer. I found some pics of her with these two kids. So I figured that she was probably married, but I kept going through and couldn't find any pics of any guy. BUT I ended up forgetting about it since she apparently had two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Well a couple of months later I was talking to her and she had one of her kids with her. So during the conversation I thought it would be a good time to bring up the other one. Ends up that she doesn't have two kids. The other kid was a cousin. And she was single. So I started doing jumping jacks in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I wouldn't end up making a move until a few more months later. We ended up meeting up downtown and she followed me home. Which was awesome. And the rest as they say is history. We have been together over 4 years and have more kids together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I ended up telling her about sneaking into her office after we were married. She freaked out, but chilled out pretty quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866804037553612344-5668956873909677683?l=www.onecrazyoffice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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