If you work in an office, you’ve probably seen more than a few passive-aggressive signs. If you’re lucky, though, the sign-makers are funny and creative.

It wasn’t me; I don’t even eat ketchup. (And yes, newsrooms do smell like day-old ketchup sometimes.)
Image found on Uplifting Daily.
And speaking of staplers, here’s what happened in my office last week (sorry the pictures aren’t better; only had my cell with me):
Yep, a Museum of Staplers. Apparently people are always walking off with Nikki’s stapler, so late in the week, she and the clerks created the temporary museum exhibit at the supply desk.

Two of the staplers on display. I’d heed the advice of the one on the right (promising certain death) if I were you; Nikki’s hilarious, but she will cut you!

Some more of the staplers. That big one will make you bleed if you’re not careful. Possibly from your head after someone’s beaned you with it.
That was all well and good, but Friday, someone took it over the top by introducing Nikki’s “artist’s statement” (Thanks, Shea!).
The statement:
“I believe the stapler showcases the triumph of humanity in the 18th century. Before the stapler, there was oneness everywhere. After the devious simplicity of a stapler, there is twoness, threeness, fourness … even 24-ness—although some staplers struggle punching through 24 of more pages.
“The reductive quality of the negative space between the stapler’s hammer and its crimper brings within the realm of discourse the eloquence of humanity’s need for togetherness. And the sublime beauty of a stapler’s lines codified the accessibility of the work.”
Betcha never knew there was so much beauty in a stapler … just make sure you return it if you borrow it.







