Curses! Foiled Again!

**The following post of daring ingenuity and all-around cleverness has been brought to you by the one and only Kikita.

I've been temping.
'Nuff said.

Actually, there's so much more to say.
I've done temp work before. I've worked all kinds of places. In fact, there was even a time when I worked as a "Staffing Agent" (AKA "person who sends temps to companies"). All that to say, I've worked with and for all kinds of companies.

Temp jobs usually get the same kind of credit that temps do; they are the lame and mundain things that no one else wants to do, so let's hire a dingbat to do it because monkeys are just too messy. Of course, that is not always the case, but it never ceases to amaze and amuse me when my temporary boss is surprised at how quickly and well I learn and do things. I can't help but think, "Isn't everyone like this?" Apparently, NOT.

(If you thought THAT was horn-tooting, wait 'til you read the rest of this post!)

So, I've been at my current company since October. The job was only supposed to last until Thanksgiving, but they loved me so much (How could they not?) that they found other reasons for me to stay. And the reason they found has me working the beautiful hours of 11am to 8pm. Perfect hours for a salsera like myself, but that's not important right now. ;-)

I was even invited to Thanksgiving at the Head-Honcho's house, but I declined to go hang-out with my Grandparents.

Before I go further, let me explain that Head-Honcho's Wife works there, and she was my boss for the first part of my assignment. As I continued to prove myself as Awesome, the other managers started requesting the honor of my presence for whatever projects they had going. The Office Manager won and blessed me with the fabulous hours and a key to the office. 

About a week ago, the Office Manager came to me and asked if I'd be willing to stay a couple of extra hours for a special project one night. It was "The Big Boss's Birthday." That's right. The Head-Honcho had the misfortune of having his birthday fall on a workday and a mischeivious Office Manager who knew what temps could help with the Best Boss Birthday Prank EVER!

She wanted to fill his office with balloons, but it was too expensive. I suggested covering his office in Post-Its, but it was still too expensive.

FOIL, on the other hand, was only $1 for one 200 foot roll... BUAHAHAHA!

She bought 10 rolls.

We only used 4.

It took three of us about 4 hours to acheive these wonderous results.

We covered two walls.

We individually wrapped each can of soda in his mini-fridge.

There wasn't much we left uncovered. If you look closely, you can see we even foiled his plant.

In case there was any doubt in my mind that I was working for the Best Head-Honcho at the Best Company EVER, it was put to rest when I saw this:

The Biggest Foil Ball of All Time.
(and he hasn't finished unwrapping everything in his office yet.)

Not that anyone has actually Foiled his office before, but I'm told after numerous exclamations of general shock and awe the Head-Honcho was finally heard to have said, "CURSES! Foiled again!"

(Shortly followed by, "Kiki! Ju've got some 'splaining to do!")