I work in electronics.
Years ago I worked at a place where we had a limited lunch hour so we would send one person out to get food and we would do duty rotating that task.
It was my turn to get chinese.
I had saved a fortune cookie from a previous week, opened the cellophane pack, removed the fortune with forceps.
Replaced it with a new professional looking fortune and resealed the cellophane.
My Co worker almost fell off his chair when he read the fortune.
“No touch you ****!! Fix Radio!!”
And you think this childish behavior is funny?
If I had been your manager, I would have written you up, then the next time fired you.
Used to work for a grain company. Was not unusual to come in on Monday morning and find every drawer in my desk filled with grain of some kind. Musty, off grade soybeans were the worst to clean out, particularly when they had been there over a long weekend in an office with no air conditioning during a humid time of the year in southern Louisiana.
We also had a trader who smoked very smelly cigars. Would often find the stub of one floating in my coffee cup right when I took a mouthful. Soon learned to check the contents of my cup before drinking.
Also had a pneumatic tube that was used to send the grade of the next truck load of grain from the truck probe to the dump for binning. A quick flip of the wrist and out popped the paper - and also unfortunately often a dead mouse or small snake. Learned to look before opening and also to stifle my screams. Guys never seemed to be on the receiving end of the animals though, just the gals.
I worked with an old mechanic years ago that delighted in greasing the door handles on my car.
On day I brazed a Stainless steel coaches whistle into a pipe, bunged that up his exhaust, wired a smoke bomb to his starter coil, filled his hubcaps with gravel AND greased his door handles.
Much hilarity ensued.
A guy at work got a big promotion so the next day a bunch of his friends put his office inside the freight elevator.
One of my oldest memories, I kid you not, was getting thrown out of a kindergarten for what you could call a “workplace prank”. It’s been downhill since then.
The first time I rode a submarine I was heckled mercilessly as the greenhorn, by a group of 14 other experienced riders.
There was a radioman on board that had a panty collection.
Yeah, a panty collection.
Well on the final day of the mission 14 pairs of panties made their way into 14 married jerks seabags LOL
I have no idea what the results where.
I guess that is not so much a prank as it is revenge.
Practical jokers are, without exception, a**holes and usually morons. I’ve fired two people for it and would happily do so again.
Pop the 1,2,3 and 7,8,9 keys from the computer keyboard and adding machine, and replace in reverse order.
So, instead of...
789
456
123
you have
123
456
789
I had one co-worker go through about 7 feet of tape trying to figure out why none of her calculations would balance.
Same co-worker months later - over the course of the day - every time she got up and left her workstation - we would turn down the brightness on her monitor a few clicks. By the end of the day she was inches away squinting to make out what was on the screen.
She’s a good sport. But if she ever comes to work in a black trench-coat, I’m bailing out a window - and we work on the 4th floor! :)
Limburger Cheese, taped to the bottom of a desk is good for some laughs and hilarity.
My co-worker once put a plastic spider in my coffe mug. So I stabbed him in the face with a soldering iron.If you really hate someone go to the fax machine and fax a blank sheet of paper to their desk phone. Since most fax machines will keep trying to connect, the victim will get call after call after call.
I was working at a bar which had a piano bar, an acoustic baby grand with a handful of stools around it, a flower pot and a tip jar on top, and some pianist mediocrity behind a keyboard, one of whom at one time claimed he had played with Bill Haley’s Comets, while another, the regular guy, wore an eye patch for a time and sang “I only have an eye for you”. At closing time, everyone gone including the “artist”, we cleaned up , put things away, and I would direct the new waitress, and this only worked with her once, but we had a pretty good turnover of waitresses, I would direct her to crawl under the piano and unplug it, which she obediently attempted to do.