[Humour] Harmless work pranks

[Braggfan]

In an old job of mine, me and colleague would often take every opportunity to try and get one over on each other, in a jokey way. We moved office one time, and in the new office we discovered this manky old jacket that had been left behind by the old occupiers. It was horrible, covered in stains and such. So I would frequently try and stuff into my colleagues bag during the afternoon so he’d take it home with him. He’d come in the next day annoyed and invariably try and get me back. But he'd put it in my bag in the morning, so I’d have all day to discover it. He was terrible at it.

Anyway, after months of this, both of us were so wary of each other it was becoming difficult to play the joke any more. One afternoon, just before we were leaving, he gets up to go to the toilet and takes his bag with him. So instead, I put the jacket on, went over to his chair and picked up his coat. I put his coat on over the top of the jacket, so I was wearing both, and carefully took them both off and put them back on his chair. At the end of the day he picks up is coat and puts it on oblivious to the fact the jacket is inside it. The next day he came in with a face like thunder and grumbling. I asked him, “ when did you realise you were wearing two coats. He said, “When I took my coat off and I was still wearing a coat”.

 

[JOLovegrove]

Being sent this beaut reminds me of a few of mine but I want to hear yours.

Speaking of which, @JOLovegrove could you go and grab me four skyhooks and two buckets of dry ice for the ghost gag scene please?

Haha! Combine the usual theatre jokes with working on a cruise ship, and there is so much to play with. Getting new hire stage staff to go for whale watch training is a good one...

 

[Whitley Bayster]

When I joined my first architectural practice after graduating in the 1990s I took over a work station that an older architectural technologist who had left the practice. The drawer unit hadn't been cleared out and at the bottom of one of the drawers were some 1980s porn mags. As the draw units were on wheels I began swapping the units around between some of the younger male architects. The gag being you got a bit of surprise in the morning when you opened the drawer to find Debbie from Slough gleefully starring back at you. Much schoolboy hilarity with that one but then it got more severe. People starting ripping pages out and tucking them into notebooks or sticking them in coat pockets so if you went to a meeting you had to be on the ball in case... "you know when you've been porno'ed". The best one was when one of the team had a photo of some tits stuck under his coat collar. It was a cold and windy day in Newcastle and he went out of the office and immediately put his collar up. He walked around the city centre for an hour and wondered why people were laughing all around him. Especially in the queue for the cashpoint. He only realised when he got back into the office and hung up his coat that the penny dropped.....v childish, pural and inappropriate on many levels! I would never dream of doing it now but at the time it was so funny.

 

[Fignon's Ponytail]

While at Northbrook College, we wrapped one guys car in dozens of loo rolls - you couldn't see anything but the bottom of the wheels. We also stole the wheels off another mates car and put it up on bricks. At the end of the day he just stood in the car park going mad, looking at his motor - minus his nice shiny alloys.
In our final year we went on a bit of a bender in Worthing, and proceeded to nick as many For Sale signs as we could - and boarded up the house some of the girls in our class lived at. Front door, windows - all covered in estate agent boards so they couldn't get out

 

[Wes Tupper]

Whilst at Uni some workmen were laying cables outside the Student Union building. Someone rang the local police station to report that, as a rag week stunt, a group of students were digging up the road outside the SU. The same person then went up to the workmen and informed them that, as a rag week stunt, some students dressed in police uniforms would shortly be coming along to instruct them to fill in all of the trenches that they had dug. The workmen were told to ignore the request from the “police” and to give the police plenty of abuse.

I never did find out if this story was actually true, or an urban legend.

 

[jamie-oh]

I worked at a factory a few years ago (jeez - nineteen years ago) and there was a miserable sod who worked in the packing and shipping dept. He was the greediest person i have ever met, and would devour a pack of fourteen penguins for lunch. Monstrous. Anyways, he had a day off on a wednesday, so after i'd covered his work, me and a colleague decided to bubblewrap all his work tools - his stanley blade, his tape gun, his PC, we even bubblewrapped his bubblewrap ffs come the next morning he comes into work and instantly flies into a rage, calling us all ****s, and goes to call the boss upstairs - but the door to the room where the phone was, was wrapped in bubblewrap, and so was the phone he walked out of the building and wouldnt come back in until we had all apologised to him. He was in his late fifties, but couldnt get on with his work til we all said sorry, bless him. . . .

 

[BrianB]

Radio 2 Confessions podcast Jan 5th 2018 38 minutes in ....
" The Shipping Forecast " I don't know if anyone else remember s this one , I nearly crashed the car laughing ....

 

[Bodian]

While at Northbrook College, we wrapped one guys car in dozens of loo rolls - you couldn't see anything but the bottom of the wheels. We also stole the wheels off another mates car and put it up on bricks. At the end of the day he just stood in the car park going mad, looking at his motor - minus his nice shiny alloys.
In our final year we went on a bit of a bender in Worthing, and proceeded to nick as many For Sale signs as we could - and boarded up the house some of the girls in our class lived at. Front door, windows - all covered in estate agent boards so they couldn't get out

Not work orientated, but your combination of college and cars reminded me. Back in the 80s, Leyland cars only had about 50 door/ignition keys - and you could buy replacements. One girl at school was given a secondhand mini by her parents as an 18th birthday present, and would proudly drive it to school, and park it just up the road from the bus stop where us plebs waited after school finished.

I worked in a motor shop as a Saturday job, so when I saw her keys one day, I casually noted the number of the key and bought a spare.

She couldn't work out for ages why her car wasn't quite where she had left it in the mornings. We didn't do much - just moved it four or five spaces along, and occasionally to the other side of the road - but it was enjoyable watching her puzzlement from our bus queue.