Organized Chaos
Ted, whom I currently work for, is a lighthearted man who seems to both irritate and bewilder me with his astounding abilities to be completely unorganized and messy. I will guide you through his office in hopes that you can truly understand how astonishing this man is. Upon entering his cubicle made of mail, you would stand in sheer amazement at the clutter that lay before you. After taking in this breathtaking
It has more pen marks and BIC tattoos than an 8th graders school desk in Harlem. You are now eager and ready to leave, but have discovered you must do the backstroke through chest high mail just to get out. This wooden masterpiece with post-it lacquer looks like it has been at a nuclear testing site. Around this time, you would definitely notice a rancid smell coming from his Tupperware, which contains a three-day-old turkey sandwich and a side of Anthrax. Upon closer investigation, you would notice some sort of cord that looks like a Boy Scout has been practicing for a merit badge. Trying to open the only drawer on the desk with a handle will require some serious effort, due to all the sales logs that are stuffed into it tighter than a van load of illegal aliens at the border. Now imagine the dreaded words of, "Yeah, it is in my office somewhere" being tossed at you. setting, you would notice his desk, the Mecca of Disarray. Set atop this lovely desk is a calendar that Jesus used and an awesome PC that is barely visible because of mail and shorthand notes.
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