Friday, July 14, 2006


I have a rubber band ball at work. Actually, I had a rubber band ball. Yesterday I discovered that someone had taken my rubber band ball. This isn't just any rubber band ball; I made this rubber band ball. I started it when I worked at Regions, so I have had it for about 5 years. Nowadays you can purchase a rubber band ball, but I made this one from scratch. Well, not completely from scratch, since I didn't make the rubber bands. Anyway...I'm rambling. The point is that I am now missing it and it's not funny. I hope someone took it just to be funny, because that means it will probably turn up again sometime soon, while I am at lunch or perhaps overnight. The worst news would be one of two things: 1) the cleaning crew stole it (yeah, why would anyone steal a rubber band ball, unless they really need the rubber bands that badly or they are making one of their own), or 2) someone took it to be funny and in the process somehow mishandled it and broke it. I shudder to think of the second option.

So, if there is any chance that someone who is reading this knows where my rubber band ball is, please return it to my desk. I have placed the above poster on the entrance to my cubicle, in hopes that someone will realize just how terribly I miss my rubber band ball. Plus I have a lonely rubber band sitting on my desk without a ball to join.


  1. I just got a ransom note from the perpetrator. It was in my chair. It has a piece of a rubber band taped to it with these words:

    "If you ever want to see your rubber band ball again, you'll put $5 in an envelope and leave it in the microwave. Don't call the cops or you'll be sorry."

    Of course, I don't have $5, nor would I put it in the microwave for my rubber band ball. So I left a note for the perp calling him a chicken unless he shows his face.

    Stay tuned for more updates as the story progresses.

  2. in the words of the immortal Hee Haw Gang, "Where O where...are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? I've searched the world over and thought I'd found true love. You met another and plplplt you was gone."

    Come back rubber band ball!

  3. Just before I went to lunch, an informant notified me that the author of the ransom note is a fraud. He does not have my rubber band ball. I supposed he thought it would be funny to send a fake ransom note. Ok, so maybe it was a little funny...

    Back to square one.

    Is anyone even reading this?? I feel like I'm talking to a wall. And Baron.

  4. Some wives say talking to their husbands is the same as talking to the wall. Do not, however, disparage wall-talking. Walls do listen and they may know where your rubber band ball is.

    ps. Is Colonial hiring?

  5. THEIVES!!! PSYCHOPOMPS!!! All roads for them lead to ENDSVILLE! gah.

    finished it today!! it was goooood. I was so worried ab the kiddies!!!