Years ago I worked with a professor who was universally hated by students and staff alike. He was the kind of person who must have had serious negatives to have gotten tenure; whatever the case, it was impossible to get rid of him. His arrogance knew no bounds, and he thought he was God's gift to women in addition to being a sexist misogynist. I was polite to him because I had no hope of tenure, and no real desire to get on his radar.
The custodial staff frequently found me sleeping at my desk, and I was always really pleasant to them, so we became friendly. We took to grousing to one another about this professor and his high-handedness; it seems he was constantly complaining about the way his trash can wasn't being left lined up "just so", etc., so there was no love lost there either.
I had a roommate who was an architect and she'd commented on my office's sturdy construction. I asked her enough leading questions to formulate a plan...
When "Evil Jim" went on sabbatical there was much rejoicing. I had some conversations with a few of the custodians about the specific bits of construction my roommate and I had discussed, and we talked at length about how sturdy the ceiling was. With enough time, and motivation, it would be possible to suspend quite a bit without compromising its structural integrity.
When the good professor returned from his sabbatical he walked into his office to discover all his furniture bolted upside-down to the ceiling, including the throw rug.
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