Mar 26, 2010
This post requires some explanation.  I currently work as a full-time freelancer for a company with limited office space, and as such, I’m usually at different desks each day.  Additionally, we share space with another company in this office.  The day this note was written, I was sitting at the desk normally occupied by a woman named Maia.  Each employee has their name posted by their desk, so that’s how anyone else could normally identify her.
Fast forward to lunch time, and I see about 7 nearly empty boxes of pizza in the office kitchen.  No notes of claim were attached to the boxes, so I helped myself to a single slice of pepperoni.  Apparently the pizza was only for the other company.  Oops.
Someone anonymously slipped this note on the side of my desk when I must have been away for a quick second.  I didn’t even notice it until I was packing up my things at the end of the day.
In response:
1) I’m sorry I ate a slice of pizza, but as I said, there weren’t any notes on the boxes saying it was only for your company.
2) Way to be passive aggressive. (Exclamation point, really?)
3) I’m more annoyed that you thought I was named Maia, which is clearly a female name.
This was definitely an Office Space / The Office moment.

This post requires some explanation.  I currently work as a full-time freelancer for a company with limited office space, and as such, I’m usually at different desks each day.  Additionally, we share space with another company in this office.  The day this note was written, I was sitting at the desk normally occupied by a woman named Maia.  Each employee has their name posted by their desk, so that’s how anyone else could normally identify her.

Fast forward to lunch time, and I see about 7 nearly empty boxes of pizza in the office kitchen.  No notes of claim were attached to the boxes, so I helped myself to a single slice of pepperoni.  Apparently the pizza was only for the other company.  Oops.

Someone anonymously slipped this note on the side of my desk when I must have been away for a quick second.  I didn’t even notice it until I was packing up my things at the end of the day.

In response:

1) I’m sorry I ate a slice of pizza, but as I said, there weren’t any notes on the boxes saying it was only for your company.

2) Way to be passive aggressive. (Exclamation point, really?)

3) I’m more annoyed that you thought I was named Maia, which is clearly a female name.

This was definitely an Office Space / The Office moment.

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