I dont know about you, but the high point of my work week is usually limited to "Donut Friday's" and the occasional leftover pizza pie. But today, when I heard the vociferous excitement spill out of my bosses office, I knew something was really popping. As I approached his open door, I found what seemed to be everyone BUT me huddled around the window, followed by crys of, " let's go to the roof!" Confused, but super hyped nontheless, I made my way upsatirs. There I found myself staring at a guy - aided soley by chalk on his hands - scaling the gigantic NY Times Building. While squinting at the spec of a wilder no more than 300 feet away, I immediately dailed every number in my phone book...and learned every different voicemail technique possible. When I finally make contact with the outside world, I came to learn that not only was the dude wilding hardbody in front of my eyes, but that he was making a statement while doing it.
Talk about being proactive.
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