Though not my official title, I am known as the “Office Supply Girl” at my 9-5.
It’s a subtitle, really. Not something I planned to do when I signed my contract, but one of those tasks that must fit under “Other Duties as Assigned.”
It’s simple enough: inventory office supplies every so often, place an order, unpack the order when it is delivered to the office.
Nothing magical and nothing horrible.
When the kitchen paper towels run out.
And you, the esteemed Office Supply Girl, were unaware of the pending paper towel emergency because whoever took the last roll (or, better yet, the second to last roll!) failed to inform you that they were running low.
Eventually, however, an observing colleague decides to bring you up to speed.
This oh-so-communicative coworker jots you a friendly little message on a post-it note (supplied by your friendly Office Supply Girl): “Paper towels OUT – need to order MORE”, then puts the note on your desk with the last empty paper towel roll presumably as either a) evidence that the note is factual, or b) just in case you’re a dummy and need a visual aide to interpret said note even though you don’t because there was some strategic capitalization in the note so that there is NO possible way that you could MISUNDERSTAND the situation with the paper towels.
And, just in case you missed the memo on your desk, the aforementioned colleague pops in a few hours later cheerily asking, “Did you see my note? We’re out of paper towels!”
Why yes, I DID see your garbage-laden note, thank-you-very-much.