Setting:Â Kitchen, in front of the all-in-one coffee machine. It’s like a mechanized barrista without the tattoos.
Guy in Kitchen 1: So, how’s that coffee machine treating you?
Me: I’m flabbergasted by its existence. It’s like some kind of crazy machine from the future.
GIK1: (Starts laughing.)
I pick up my coffee mug from the dispenser. The coffee is pale, clearly something is wrong.
GIK1: That’s not right.
Me: It’s a weird dystopian future, not some kind of Valhalla.
GIK1: (Walks away, laughing really hard.)
Me: (To myself) I wasn’t trying to be funny, I meant it.
Later…
Me: Hey, how’s it going, Guy in Kitchen 2?
GIK2: I’m living the dream! I can’t believe I actually get paid for this stuff!
Me: That’s awesome, actually, it means you must really like your work.
GIK2: That, or it’s a pathetic commentary on my reality.
Setting: The cube.
I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling. Hanging from the ceiling above my head, there’s a semitranslucent plastic pig about the size of a loaf of bread. I eyeball it for a while and then decide not to mention it to anyone.
Ha! This got a giggle from me.
(Also, I enjoy how all your Amazon ads are for N.E.R.D. albums.)
Pigs flying and the Nerd in an office. They do go together, don’t they?