> > > As it happened, I didn't do anything stupid on Stupid Day, because I didn't think I could top
> > > the really stupid thing I'd done the day before.
> > >
> > > I *think* I may survive with my job intact, but my boss is going to tease me about it forever.
> >
> > Um...consider yourself ruled sixed.
>
> Ah, rule six! Those were the days!
> What?
> Still in effect?

Really? Drat.

> Okay, Paul. Let's hear it.

Oh, all right then.

I was poking around the computer network at work (they hadn't given me enough to do), when I found myself on the interoffice mail system (the boss had forgotten to log off after checking her mail).
One of the messages was from the boss at one of the offices on the east coast to my boss, telling about an email she'd got. Apparently, there's a kid dying of cancer in Britain who wants to get into the Guinness Book of Records for the largest collection of "with compliments" slips...
I wrote a message back, politely breaking the news that the boy in question recovered years ago and is now a perfectly healthy adult, albeit a perfectly healthy adult who'd like everybody to stop sending him useless bits of paper.
I don't consider this to be the really stupid thing; it may not have been a good idea, but I consider it doing a service.
The really stupid thing I did was signing my name at the bottom of the message...

Paul