Well... Rvan recently got back from the meeting in New Jersey.
They gave him this.
Not the Diet Coke. Because that would actually have some value. No, they gave him a gigantic piece of plastic on a wood base. An expensive hunk of plastic on a wood base, which we know because the $70 price tag was still on the bottom of the box. This thing wouldn't look out of place mounted on the end of a glowing staff in a cheap science fiction movie.
Aside from four year old girls (and maybe Liam) who would want this thing?
Rvan also got the "flame" award, also a big chunk of plastic, which has provided additional amusement for us all.
Really, I can't decide if this is the perfect example of what is wrong with corporate America today, or if it's just sublimely funny. Maybe both.
Anyhow, he definitely deserved the gem and the flame, but it's too bad they didn't just give him cash instead. Or at least ship the crap home for him so he didn't have to fit it in his luggage...
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Ooooh, shiny. My raccoon friends are jealous.
Maybe if they try harder, they, too, can be the "staffer that always ignites the team".
I could, too, but it would require lighter fluid and matches.
Lighter fluid can be hard to find these days. Sometimes you have to show some initiative.
I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't be allowed to bring a flame thrower to work. But if I did, I'm pretty sure Rvan still has the vest, whistle, and flag to get us all out of the building.
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