In my job we have to audit everything each night -- medication supplies; pill counts; SHARPS containers; first aid and triage kits; liquid and intake monitoring.
Last year I printed out a form (all comic sans btw) with no official symbolism or heraldry titled
"teabag audit log"
To give you an idea of the scale of teabags that we keep in the British workplace.
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Thinking that it woud obviously be a joke and seen as such, I left from nightshift and had a few days off between rotations.
Well, to my fucking surprise and disgust, I came back and while getting my coffee before the morning handover my colleague remarked "they've got us counting the teabags now. I hate this place".
You cannot imagine how much faith I lost in humanity upon realisation that for the last few days people were sitting counting individual teabags each night before handover. Including the Senior.
When I told them to check the date it was marked as starting on the paperwork, the realisation slowly sunk in for everyone. Their expressions of both the desire to kill me, and realising they'd fallen for several days of an April fools prank, was priceless.