Then, during my second tour of the bureau, my supervisor said I needed a 2-hole puncher. I told him that I had one in my cubicle. That is about all I have in it, but I have one. He then introduces me to the secretary. He asks her for a 2-hole punch for me. I told him again that I had one. She says she doesn't have one but can order one. He then shows me the file storage room and begins to look for a 2 hole punch. Again I remind him that I have one. He says that he will keep looking for one or will have one ordered. Perhaps they can go take one from the guy in the basement who isn't on payroll. They already took his red swingline stapler (Office Space joke). In my cubicle, I find a drawer full of empty 3-ring binders. Moments later there is an e-mail saying that there is a pile of 3-ring binders down the hall for anyone who needs them. Well, I have plenty, but perhaps I can ask them for a 2-hole puncher. 

I then head down the hall to apply for my government credit card. There I am asked for my office phone number. I have to go back to my cubicle and check. Well, I copy the number off of my phone and go ask supervisor #2 if it is correct. He isn't sure, and decides to call me. Well, sitting my in cubicle waiting for the call, I hear the phone ring on the other side of the office. So, they find out that the numbers are switched. Easy to take care of right? Just switch phones. Well, I go and give the phone number to credit card lady. When I return, I find the phone problem solved. Instead of just switching the phones, they disassemble the phones, take out the button with the phone number written on it, switch buttons, and reassemble the phones. Very efficient...uh, or not. 

The rest of the day is spent reading technical manuals. Now I understand why coffee pots are in every office.