My office life ended ~6 years ago. Worked in an office, then for myself, took an "office job", went on my own again. If you're working for someone, you're just making money for someone other than yourself.



I bought my son some Master Replica light sabers from Costco many moons ago. My buddy and I picked up Vader and Luke from my home (along with some robes). Back at the office, I shut off all the lights for the floor and said "I sense something, a presence I've not felt since...", light sabers on, battle commence. It was pretty awesome.


We also put fake crap on the toilet seat and on the floor in front of the toilet. Covered it in moistened TP for effect. Unfortunately, one guys wife showed up during lunch (we did it at the start of lunch, then boned out). Unbeknownst to us, the ladies room was "out of order"/locked, so she went to the men's room and found our faux poop. Let's just say "Prank=Backfired".

Had an office on Beverly Drive. Drank a few bottles of quality tequila and ended up racing my buddy/superior through Sepulveda pass. He was an amateur, at best.

Tapped my assistants rear in that office quite a few times. Shweeeeeeet Jesus was that good.

Now married with children, my commute is ~90'. Can still take upwards of an hour to get there depending on traffic (kids) and whether or not I'm hung over.