Thursday, December 2, 2010
Cranium Booster: The Mirage
Cranium Booster: The Mirage: "Image by Katinka Brusselsprouts via Flickr Day Forty Eight, Buzzwordy purposely dragged his lazy feet across the company's parking lot. ..."
The Mirage
Image by Katinka Brusselsprouts via FlickrDay Forty Eight,
Buzzwordy purposely dragged his lazy feet across the company's parking lot. He had never taken such baby steps before - his entire body gyrated like a half-dead cobra or a marathon runner gasping for his last breath. His mind was full of anger and dissatisfaction, and he knew that Bif and Xavia had intentionally pushed him to the edge of despair. He found himself drowning in a sea of mental wreckage, and each baby step had moved him closer to the epic center of hate and denial.
"May be I should just quit! No more of these pathetic feelings, these crappy feelings are eating me up!" murmured Buzzwordy as he continued to drag his feet towards the office building.
"Good to see you alive and well. Here is your new assignment folder which Bif calls it the Mirage. You have less than 24 hours to comb through this folder and take a red eye from SFO to Toronto. You will leave for Tel Aviv from Toronto. All the information are in this folder. I mean all the information!" said Xavia in a rapid fire manner.
"But Xavia, there is no chance for us to ever get those IP from this Israeli design house! You and I both know that this is the truth. Listen Xavia, Bif knows this too!" shouted Buzzwordy.
"Your folder is here. Remember that you have less than 24 hours!" giggled Xavia as he slowly backed away from Buzzwordy.
"Holy blunderbuzz Xavia. This is insane and I will prove to you and Bif that I'm 100% correct!" yelled Buzzwordy hysterically.
The marketing whiz kid was busy dousing his face with cold water. He soon realized that he was back in the same washroom in SFO, and this realization had totally numbed his sense of acuity. The so-called Mirage project folder contained all the needed background information for him to digest and map out a logical course of actions. Upon landing in Tel Aviv, he would be picked up by a designated driver named Shimir from the IP design house and taken to a hotel for a 3-night stay. Shimir was supposed to be his guide and bodyguard during his visit to Tel Aviv. His whole trip was nothing but a negotiation trip, a tough and gut-wrenching one which he dreaded to confront in his subconscious mind.
Buzzwordy stared into the washroom mirror intensively. He saw a middle-aged man struggling to find peace within himself.
"Ha ha, I am the ideal candidate for this death march!" smirked Buzzwordy sarcastically.
He doused more cold water onto his face and let it run down his chin and neck. He patted himself on the back and silently congratulated himself for taking on this insane project.
"It is time to board the plane!" whispered Buzzwordy.
I will be back on Day Forty Nine.
Buzzwordy
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