Most offices have that one person who is playing jokes on their co-workers. Some are more noticeable than others, and some are only entertaining themselves since their job is a bit boring. At my job, the prankster is Fribbiz.
Fribbiz is probably one of the nicest and kindest people that I know, so he can be considered harmless. He is fresh out of the university but have been working extra at my job and also he did his master’s thesis work there. We made friends early and have already had tons of fun.
I can not remember when or how the pranks started but early on we decided that it was okay to prank co-workers as long as it
- does not interfere with anything at work, or break the code of conduct
- does not harm anyone in any way
- is meant to make all involved laugh
We have been following these rules and it has been fun so far. Fribbiz has tried harmless little tricks and we have teamed up against other co-workers and we have also teamed up with other co-workers against one another. For a while, it was tricky to tell who was an ally and who was not.
Lately, the pranks became less frequent aside from Fribbiz who stuck with scaring people by sneaking up on them and then bragged to others about it. Scaring people seemed to become his weird addiction. Anyhow, he managed to scare me good a few times too so I wanted to do the unexpected to pay back.
In October the idea came to me. If I want to get back at him I should strike through a weak spot of his – he trusts me and he wants to be a nice guy. As we know from my head subjects of this blog I like baking. So I decided to bake something that looks delicious but tastes awful. As children, almost all of us accidentally got that disgusting candy that only adults appreciate. So I am familiar with the disappointment of candy tasting bad, but you cannot say anything because one does not complain about candy.
I started with mentioning a new recipe for Christmas candy that I wanted to try. A few weeks passed and there was no time for me to make my “candy” but I had figured out plenty of details. I teamed up with another co-worker who promised to join our tasting, but that she and I would have real candy that looks the same as the fake one. Devilish, I know.
In the back of my freezer I found soy balls, you know a less tasty substitute to meatballs. Perfect!!! I just needed to cover them in chocolate. And my cover-up real candy could simply be chocolate covered chocolate balls (one of the most common pastry in Sweden). To make something new out of the chocolate balls I added some cardamom. Easy! Let us not forget that this was a learning experience since I managed to learn how to temper chocolate in this project.
First thing first. I thawed the soy balls and realized that I also needed to dry them out a bit to enable the chocolate to stick to the surface. What a weird problem… After drying them slightly it was still tricky to make the melted chocolate stick but I got the hang of it after a few tries.
I thought that some sort of decoration would take the attention off any differences between the soy balls and the chocolate balls. Star sprinkles it is!
I was fairly pleased with the result. I just needed to remember which ones that were soy balls. I brought the box with me to my job the next day, and we decided on having coffee together in the afternoon. I managed to build up some expectations along the day – I felt like an evil genius.
To make sure only my “victims” (yes, another chocolate-loving colleague got involved) I served everyone at the table. As if we were in an exclusive tasting, we all took a bite at the same time. I waited for the reactions. I got some “Mm, very tasty” from co-workers who got a chocolate ball. But Fribbiz was quiet. I looked over at him. He stared down at the half-eaten soy ball. I could see that he was troubled.
I immediately felt guilt but I could not resist to rub it in a little first by asking him if it was good. He nodded without looking up. He did not want to hurt me by saying it tasted awful but he surely did not want to have another bite. It broke my heart, I could not torture him anymore, so I revealed the prank.
We laughed about it, but Fribbiz was still in some sort of chock that I managed to trick him this good. I felt a bit sorry for my other co-worker too, but he was truly a good sport.
So, here I am, bragging about how I pranked the bragging office prankster. It will be interesting to see when he strikes back, and how that will happen.