When my boss went on vacation (I had keys to her office) I collected MILES of perf tab from the documentation ladies (you know, the paper strip with holes in it that dot-matrix paper had on both edges) and filled two huge lawn trash bags with the stuff. I went in her office and wedged the bottoms of the trash bags into the suspended ceiling tiles, and loosly tied off the bottoms with string... and the strings were tied to the inside doorknob. Perfect.
We were all cautiously watching the morning she returned from her trip ... she put her key in her office door, started to turn the key ... and the VP walked up and started talking to her about what business related things had happened during her absence. For nearly thirty minutes we waited, trying to stifle laughing, gasping for what oxygen we could fetch... they talked, and talked ... and about every five minutes she'd turn toward her office and reach for the doorknob ... oooohhh ... here it comes ... naw, false alarm ... and they'd talk another five minutes and she'd reach and ... oooohhh ... talk some more. This went on and on. The group of us thought we'd need depends before this played out.
Finally, the VP turned and left, and as he did, our boss pushed her door open, and the magnificently prepared bomb of paper confetti dumped on the floor of her office BEHIND HER BACK! She never saw it drop, and had no idea it was there. This was a coffee out the nostril moment for the crew. All that, and we'd missed! When she had said her final statement to the now disappearing VP, she turned and walked right through the thigh deep pile of paper shreds... about tripped with her laptop and briefcase she was carrying ... slogged through it without missing a beat and put her stuff on her desk. She sat down and phoned me (I was about 12 feet away) and asked me to come in and talk. LOL.
My coworker and I, mysteriously, were assigned to a hastily planned Manhattan project the next week. When I returned, every conceivable part of my office was filled with shredded paper. It was in my books, drawers, desk lamp... floppy drives, telephone, chair, you name it. I had that stuff falling out of manuals and books for the next couple years. My co-worker, on the other hand, had all of his furniture missing. His computer, lamps, books, paintings, everything... gone - bare walls. The morning we returned, the boss told him the VP wanted the analysis and trip report ON HIS DESK by 10 AM. LOL.
His computer was located under the desk of another department's manager. His furniture was in the warehouse behind the extra cubicle pieces. It took a couple weeks to put his books and lamp back in place.
Thus began the cycle of April Fools celebrations, and concomitant seething fear thereof. It went on for years, but that's another post.
LOL!!!
We did almost the same thing with popcorn styrofoam packing material. We rigged the suspended ceiling with a switch and a piano hinge and as the offices were built inside an old warehouse we taped about 4 old refridgerator boxes togeather and filled em with the stuff with a forklift from outside in the warehouse.
We then wired the switch into the bosses center desk drawer by leaving thr drawer open about a foot. Well he walked into his office and closed his door and we heard him angrly shout .....stay out of my ......and slamed the drawer shut.
All functioned as designed...the entire room filled with packing foam peanuts . He had to kick out more ceiling tiles and escape through the roof as the door was blocked. Of course the wingnuts in our unit got to clean up the mess........:o)
He left us alone for a while......
OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!
LOLOLOLOL
We had a secretary in the company I worked for that was great fun to "get" on April Fools day. For years we were able to get her with one thing or another.
The best, however, was the year she swore that we simply could not get her anymore. She was sure to lock her office and even bribed the night crew with food to watch it for her. She stayed on her toes all day so she would not fall prey to any pranks. A co-worker and I met her on the way out the door and she bragged about her success in evading us. We assured her that she had really pulled one over on us.
As we left the parking lot my partner in crime had his car in front, Mrs Secretary was in the middle and I was in the back. My partner stopped, I pulled up close behind her and we both jumped out with rolls of shrink wrap. We put 5 or 6 wraps around her car and proceeded to drive off. She had to drive 2 towns away and honk the horn in her driveway so her husband could let her out.