I woke up with a stomach ache. I had a bit too much chicken lo-mein last night, and it wasn’t pretty. Before I left for work, I saw Betty’s fortune cookie on the kitchen table. I forgot, Betty hates fortune cookies. I ate the cardboard tasting delight, and the fortune read :
Do not be hasty, prosperity will knock on your door soon.
Just as I suspected. This was clearly my secret boss sending me a message. I didn’t realize they still operated at Wok N Roll (Note to self: order from China Express next time). They never tell me anything. How did they know I was getting impatient after only two days? Someone must be watching me. I thought this was a solo mission, but if they’re sending me secret messages – this could be bigger than I thought. I got to work hoping for something new, but nothing changed at all.
Something was going on, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. People already knew my name. “Welcome back Agent Bongo!! Are you excited to get to work??!!?” – it just seemed like a bit much for my second day. The fortune cookie message, along with the fact that everyone here seems like a happy-go-lucky robot?… something just doesn’t add up. (Note to self: pick up that mental math book I read about in the Times).
I got a brief moment to sneak into the operations department. To my shock, everyone seemed just as cheerful and optimistic next door. They even invited me in on a meeting, but there was no talk of mission details whatsoever. All they talked about was “the importance of inter-department communication, cooperation, and coherency.” The “Three Cs” they called them. It makes me wanna punt a puppy or something. I don’t know how much longer I can take this – but the cookie told me that I needed to stay patient. Was this some sort of test?