Don't Mess With A Capricorn

by Eric Gates
(Phoenix, AZ)

My co-worker Charlie always told me I was the poster child for my zodiac sign, the Capricorn. Perhaps it was to a fault, because there were some pranksters at work who knew just how to get my blood boiling.

It was April 1 and as most offices know, there is that one annoying person who likes to make people’s lives hell for the entire day. Walking into my office that day, I flipped on my lights and about passed out.

My office looked like World War III had hit it. The books on my shelves were turned backwards and my files that were once meticulous had papers strewn in them and they weren’t in alphabetical order.

Behind me, I could hear Kevin laughing and going, “Looks like Mr. Organization got it today.” I simply turned, looked at him and very blankly stated, “Our Company no longer has use for you. Good day, Kevin.”

Handing him a box, I allowed him to clean out his desk and start the walk of shame, when I met him at the door. With an even tone I said, “Go back to work. Next time, don’t mess with a Capricorn in HR. We don’t play nicely and our humor is dark.”