You walk through a cracked door into a conference room full of people in the midst of a meeting. Lunch has just been delivered. You begin a random, trivial conversation with the room in general and no one in particular. As everyone is beginning to eat and largely ignoring you, you saunter over to the sideboard and help yourself to a portion of lunch, all the while chattering nonsensically about the nothing you deemed important enough to grant you entry to the room to begin with. Still yammering, you slide back out the door and up the hall with your spoils thinking no one noticed your filching. That is, until the VP of Sales comes back from the phone call he took and can't find his sandwich, and no one can figure out why. Poor form!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
No, that sandwich WASN'T for you
You walk through a cracked door into a conference room full of people in the midst of a meeting. Lunch has just been delivered. You begin a random, trivial conversation with the room in general and no one in particular. As everyone is beginning to eat and largely ignoring you, you saunter over to the sideboard and help yourself to a portion of lunch, all the while chattering nonsensically about the nothing you deemed important enough to grant you entry to the room to begin with. Still yammering, you slide back out the door and up the hall with your spoils thinking no one noticed your filching. That is, until the VP of Sales comes back from the phone call he took and can't find his sandwich, and no one can figure out why. Poor form!
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