Stuck in the middle of a corporate park is no way to go through life. Is it just me or do the words "Corporate Park" look a bit odd sitting side by side? Just driving through this so-called park gives you the impression that the buildings that line its streets are teaming with sales associates and administrative assistants working night and day to make the most powerful thing in the world. I'd like you to note that I said "Most Powerful" and not, "Most Important".
The most important thing can't be made by any multi-national conglomerate. You can't sell it, you can't buy it, and you can't schedule an appointment next Thursday to have a conference call with the most important thing in the world. Happiness.
Happiness, for me right now seems to revolve around food. A quick trip into the break room produces some pretty grime prospects. The company has graciously provided us with one of those fancy refrigerated vending machines. You know, the kind that have those impossible sliding plastic doors that you have to pull at just the right moment in order to get your tasty little sandwiches or tiny single serving bowls of chili, complete with a package of crackers and a spork. If only it had any of that stuff today. It seems that someone has placed a small box inside the machine. There's writing on the box and right away you know it's not anything edible. As a matter of fact it looks like it may be some kind of car part box.
The label says:
PARTS NO.
620 208 5700
DESCRIPTION
Motor (This is where I think I figured out that it was a car part box)
REF. NO.
Made in Japan
They say curiosity killed the cat. And look at how much trouble that little monkey got into all in the name of Curiosity. But I know why cats and monkeys have so much trouble with being curious; their animals. I, despite popular belief, am not an animal and there for I shall purchase the box...
Two minutes and eighty-five cents poorer and I am now the proud owner of "The Box". As I pulled it out of the machine I could already tell that there was something inside. Had someone really put a car part into the vending machine? Maybe it was a treat for me. The second I got back to my desk I popped it open...
It's not a car part.
It's a tiny dolphin.
Upon further examination, by removing the Dolphin's head (which seems a bit barbaric if you ask me) you reveal its true nature. I stood there staring at my newly purchased and recently decapitated dolphin and thought to myself..."Sweeet!" The inside of the headless animal had been cleverly used to disguise a tiny little felt tipped highlighter. That's probably the best eighty-five cents I've spent in quite some time.
The most important thing can't be made by any multi-national conglomerate. You can't sell it, you can't buy it, and you can't schedule an appointment next Thursday to have a conference call with the most important thing in the world. Happiness.
Happiness, for me right now seems to revolve around food. A quick trip into the break room produces some pretty grime prospects. The company has graciously provided us with one of those fancy refrigerated vending machines. You know, the kind that have those impossible sliding plastic doors that you have to pull at just the right moment in order to get your tasty little sandwiches or tiny single serving bowls of chili, complete with a package of crackers and a spork. If only it had any of that stuff today. It seems that someone has placed a small box inside the machine. There's writing on the box and right away you know it's not anything edible. As a matter of fact it looks like it may be some kind of car part box.
The label says:
PARTS NO.
620 208 5700
DESCRIPTION
Motor (This is where I think I figured out that it was a car part box)
REF. NO.
Made in Japan
They say curiosity killed the cat. And look at how much trouble that little monkey got into all in the name of Curiosity. But I know why cats and monkeys have so much trouble with being curious; their animals. I, despite popular belief, am not an animal and there for I shall purchase the box...
Two minutes and eighty-five cents poorer and I am now the proud owner of "The Box". As I pulled it out of the machine I could already tell that there was something inside. Had someone really put a car part into the vending machine? Maybe it was a treat for me. The second I got back to my desk I popped it open...
It's not a car part.
It's a tiny dolphin.
Upon further examination, by removing the Dolphin's head (which seems a bit barbaric if you ask me) you reveal its true nature. I stood there staring at my newly purchased and recently decapitated dolphin and thought to myself..."Sweeet!" The inside of the headless animal had been cleverly used to disguise a tiny little felt tipped highlighter. That's probably the best eighty-five cents I've spent in quite some time.
oh and can i retouch his stripe