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domingo, julio 24, 2005

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In all fairness, even though there's a clause supposedly disallowing state organisation roles and day-to-day activities to be discussed online, but so far i have not seen anyone being convicted of telling stories.

So here's another one, complimentary of hansel tan.

The Cookies: Prequel.
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Once upon a time there was a rich pompous arse of na executive who wanted to please the CEO of his company. Of course, if you followed the original story above, you would realise that the rich pompous arse was, actually, in fact the father himself who had gotton much older and was now part of a successful firm. His sons had grown up too, but unfortunatley, due to an untimely spell of a recent child-molestation case, the youngest child (who was old enough to molest a younger child by definition), was disowned by the rich father. Read: 2 kids left.

The father was excited that the CEO was holding a celebratory function in praise of the success of the company, (in fact, the rich father loved it eny part because he had the chance to be seen in front of the rich and powerful), that he wanted to give the CEO something special so that the CEO would remember his dollarsign etched bufoon of a face. Remembering his roots, the father decided to bake cookies for the CEO. But being a rich well-to-do rickety snot-flinger, he had forgotten how to bake. So, he tasked his oldest son to come up with a recipie.

The oldest son was terrible at baking, so he called the second son to help with the project. Both worked long and hard to produce a suitable recipie, and brought it down to show their father. However, their father was paranoid that the cookies alone would not be good, so he tasked them to design a package for the cookies.

The boys were disappointed at their father's irrational enthusiasm, but went about their task. Suddenly, it was not long before the father wanted them to design the graphics to be custom made to fit the packaging.

A few days later, the father, growing more and more excited about the party, decided to really heave the icing on the cake, and commissioned the boys to conceptualise, develop and create yet another gift for the CEO's wife. The boys were frustrated, but they were not ablt to do anything.

All this happened, of course, with the timely interventions of thier mother, who, equally paranoid for their father, insisted on making adjustments and changes every five minutes to suit the tastes of their father.

The boys, finally churning out all their detailed plans, put the taskings to work. They employed a company to churn out the high-quality chocolate chip cookies with hickory nuts, arranged to meet the packaging company to discuss the creation of the package, and the printing company to finalise the disign for the cookie jar. All this, including the design, creation and decoration of the present for the CEO's wife.

Then, hell broke loose.

When the cookies returned, they were not studded with hickory nuts, but walnuts. They knew that the CEO hated walnuts, but what were they to do? The cookies were specially made with ingredients from Taiwan, and they had the cookies made there and specially shipped back. The packaging company called back. They were rejecting the proposal for the cookie jar because it was too complicated to manufacture. The designing company called back, and they could not open the design file due to program incompatibility. When the wife's gift was ready, the father, a little embarrassed by his streak of enthusiasm said: "Am I going overboard? Maybe let's not give the wife the present or else we might invoke jealousy" The boys nearly flipped and begged that he change his mind. "alright." he eventually conceded, "but I want you to change the design." The boys nearly died. The gift was already ready to be presented and the party was in a few days time!

After negociating with the cookie company for a partial refund, and drafting 4 seperate designs for the cookie jar, and making more than 7 trips back and forth between the designing company to allay design incompatibilities, the product was finished. The cookies were in the cookie jar, the design was beautifully printed on the jar itself. Everything was finally going to be OK.

BULLSHIT.

The cookie jar was made of a material that contracted and expanded due to heat changes. To their horror, they found out that the jar had contracted, and many cookeis had cracked. The CEO would not have enjoyed partial cookeis. According to their father, only whole round cookies were befitting for a CEO. If they presented a few broken cookies to the CEO, GASP! They would all LOSE FACE! Furthermore, the design on the jar had their father's face on it (father's face and his associated business partners). There was a tiny blemish on his cheek, and the father was instantly outraged. He demanded that the printing be scraped off and reprinted on the jar!

Two days later, the product was complete and the CEO smiled and thanked the father and mother for the wonderful gift, and treated the mother and fatehr to a big sumptuous dinner.

The boys were left to scour for money to pay off the amount which they had spent (more than $400) to create the gift. Then they were tasked with more work.

The end.

Now all it takes is a sequel to make it a complete trilogy.

Shannon left at 2:34 p. m..

gone.

will i be back?
i don't know.
maybe i've started elsewhere.
maybe never. again.

domingo, julio 24, 2005

[ 968. Stories ]

the guy

his wishes

his horizons

people.

tags

gone. will i be back? i don't know. maybe i've started elsewhere. maybe never. again.

domingo, julio 24, 2005

[ 968. Stories ]

the guy

his wishes

his horizons

people.

tags

gone.

will i be back?
i don't know.
maybe i've started elsewhere.
maybe never. again.