Veronique, Creme de la Creme: A Missive
When Danielle first asked (ok, begged) me to apply at MindComet I though, sure- why not? I had no idea what I was getting into- and honestly, I still don't. I've decided to open the portal to the first three days of my stay here as one of the many ingenious interns MindComet (free labor, I suppose).
Day the First
Immediately, I was taken aback. Colored walls and subdued lighting? Techno electronica floating out of ceiling speakers, which look like alien pods, by the way. At least the age old practice of housing employees in cubicles was in effect here- but wait; these cubicles were bursting with personality. Therefore, I've affectionately coined them You-bicles, each one is as unique as the entity that occupies it. Where was I?
I was given a desk complete with Mac- let the fun begin. I met some very awesome people and enjoyed the hours I spent researching and seeking out fans for various projects. Danielle was right, this place rocks. For lunch I attacked the legendary Plain Jane loaded baked potato at Jason's Deli- quite a feat. Day one was a complete success.
Day the Second
I decided to bring my own items for my desk. Enter the Robot. He's about two feet tall, doesn't do much, but is awesome to look at. I decided to leave my stand-up talking Ash figure from Army of Darkness in the car. It's a good thing, too. My desk was no longer mine. Indeed there was someone else occupying my You-bicle. No big deal, I was moved to another section.
Day the Third
I decided to come in early to claim my seat, but to no avail. Not only had it been taken from me, ripped from my hands like a tennis ball off of those Velcro-ed hand mitts we played catch with in the early nineties. My first desk was also occupied. So here I am, third day intern, deskless- nay- homeless. To make myself feel better, I challenged Danielle to a showdown at Jason's Deli. We were to meet at high noon and see who could devour the potato in its entirety. Needless to say, I won. Here I stand, with no desk to call my own, but branded with the irreversible mark of victory. I only hope that one day; you too will lose to my awesome potato prowess. Until then, don't be so surprised if you find me sitting on a bucket in the storage closet- displaced, yet again.
Day the First
Immediately, I was taken aback. Colored walls and subdued lighting? Techno electronica floating out of ceiling speakers, which look like alien pods, by the way. At least the age old practice of housing employees in cubicles was in effect here- but wait; these cubicles were bursting with personality. Therefore, I've affectionately coined them You-bicles, each one is as unique as the entity that occupies it. Where was I?
I was given a desk complete with Mac- let the fun begin. I met some very awesome people and enjoyed the hours I spent researching and seeking out fans for various projects. Danielle was right, this place rocks. For lunch I attacked the legendary Plain Jane loaded baked potato at Jason's Deli- quite a feat. Day one was a complete success.Day the Second
I decided to bring my own items for my desk. Enter the Robot. He's about two feet tall, doesn't do much, but is awesome to look at. I decided to leave my stand-up talking Ash figure from Army of Darkness in the car. It's a good thing, too. My desk was no longer mine. Indeed there was someone else occupying my You-bicle. No big deal, I was moved to another section.
Day the Third
I decided to come in early to claim my seat, but to no avail. Not only had it been taken from me, ripped from my hands like a tennis ball off of those Velcro-ed hand mitts we played catch with in the early nineties. My first desk was also occupied. So here I am, third day intern, deskless- nay- homeless. To make myself feel better, I challenged Danielle to a showdown at Jason's Deli. We were to meet at high noon and see who could devour the potato in its entirety. Needless to say, I won. Here I stand, with no desk to call my own, but branded with the irreversible mark of victory. I only hope that one day; you too will lose to my awesome potato prowess. Until then, don't be so surprised if you find me sitting on a bucket in the storage closet- displaced, yet again.
posted by MindComet at 5:59 PM
3 Critiques:
Veronique's robot is a R.A.D v2.0.
Little does she know there's a v4.0 hiding in the office just waiting for battle!
7:32 AM
is that a challenge?!
IS IT!?
cause i'll bring it. oh yes.
7:51 AM
You have a talking Ash doll? You HAVE to bring it in to visit!
10:22 AM
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