Don't give Poland to Hitler

We understand the need for middle management, at least in theory. The boss may be too busy to handle everything. A good middle manager picks up the slack, makes certain the floor is running smoothly. All that jazz. 

The problem is, some get that teeny little taste of something like power and go absolutely bonkers. Shoes is one of this second sort. At first, upon taking a management role, Shoes couldn't make a single solo decision. Literally, even the location of a stapler took twenty minutes of debate. And we're not even talking about which desk to put the stapler on. No, this was a twenty minute discussion of which side of the phone the stapler should be on. 

I can't decide. Such a hard choice to make.

Not any more. Oh no, Shoes has tasted power and found it to be the sweetest ambrosia. 

Shoes insists that our internet browser tabs be in a particular order "so it's easier for everyone to find things." (Shoes says that this rule came from the Hutt, but our spies tell us that this is a complete lie.) 

The most recent power trip is about desk drawers. Shoes likes to use little scraps of paper for notes, pieces about 2" by 4" cut from used printer paper. We don't really use them, but to each his own right? Oh no. Shoes has decided that every desk drawer must have a little box of said paper. Our main desk is littered with these boxes. And when Spoof refused to put one in a drawer, Shoes waited until neither of us was around and taped a box into the drawer. 

So we've decided. Shoes might be able to force the boxes on us, but no one can force us to use them. To that end, we empty our scrap paper box into the recycling every chance we get. This is our line in the sand. 

Join the resistance. Fight scrap paper tyranny.