Friday, March 24, 2006

Happy Casual Jeans Friday!
I've avoided making these posts too technical for a number of reasons. First, I like to maintain an aura of mystery. My family is uncertain about what it is I actually do and I can hope that leaving out the details can make it seem more interesting or important.
Secondly, how boring would THAT be!?!
To avoid both of those things, I'll tell the story from yesterday through the magic of allegory.
Once upon a time in the land of (company name deleted to comply with non-disclosure agreement (not the same company - this one is a major financial institution)) there lived an unhappy ogre.
This ogre held a magic piece of paper that gave him authority over all the vaults and roads in the land of (company name deleted to comply with non-disclosure agreement (not the same company - this one is a major financial institution)). He was given a lot of gold for this.
One day there was a disturbance along the bridge that let his minions visit and work at the main vault. It seems there was a troll at the foot of the bridge, standing on the 2003 foundation stones.
"You must pay a toll for every worker who crosses my 2003 stones, ogre!" he cackled, certain of his power over the bridge.
For 60 days and nights he made the same demands while the ogre called down, "Leave me alone, troll! I paid for the bridge built on your 2003 stones! It is a very pretty bridge, and we all know that pretty is its own reward!"
On the sixty-first day, none of the workers could pass the troll. His screaming had become unbearable. The ogre had also reached his limit. "I'll show him," he thought, his eyes glazed over with bizarre fanaticism as he used a magical spell to remove all 2003 foundation stones.
As the ogre predicted, the troll stopped screaming. However the beautiful bridge tumbled into the chasm and became quite smashed up and unreachable.
And then the ogre called me to fix it.

The Tempest
Act 5, Scene 1

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!'ll drO\/\/n mY b0Ok.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Did you have to adopt the guise of a large-nosed ninja who whispers mystical solutions into the ears of stonemason "consultants" who are the "builders of record" in order to repair the bridge? Are you kept imprisoned in a glass cage like a mystical genie in a bottle until they have need of your services? Does the ogre live in (kingdom name deleted to comply with non-disclosure agreement)? And most importantly ... do you have a talking donkey?

Garrick said...

Who you calling "large-nosed"?

Anonymous said...

Cyranno de Bergerac reference per your previous post. Besides, you're a Francophile at heart, I'm convinced ...

Garrick said...

You've got me there. I surrender.