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Tuesday, March 02, 2004
I'm not one to boast but I've just done an IQ test and mine is 135 and my intellectual type is 'Visionary Philosopher'. Have a go
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A man gets a job working in an office. From the advert he read in the local newspaper, it sounded like an interesting role. He started on Monday.
After working in that office for 26 years, the man is now approaching retirement. Occasionally he digs out that advert and reads it again, to remind himself what had attracted him to this job. He was right, it had sounded like an interesting role.
After a couple of weeks in the office it transpired that he was simply required to sit at his desk for 8 hours a day. It didn't matter what he achieved or didn't achieve, he got paid his modest wage every month no matter what he did. He learnt after his first month that he just needed to sit down at his empty desk in the morning, quietly watch the minute hand on the clock tick round until lunch - when he went for a quick stroll around the block whilst eating his sandwich - then quietly watch the minute hand on the clock tick round until it was time to go home. He did this pretty much every day for 26 years.
His last day was barely any different. He took off his coat, sat in his chair and stared at the clock on the far wall. No-one spoke to him, they were all too busy with their own important jobs. At lunch he got up and put his coat on and went for his stroll. When he returned, everyone from his office was standing round his desk smiling at him.
"Well, it's time" said the man's boss. "You've been with us for 26 years and now it's time for you to retire. We all appreciate the hours of sitting at your desk you've put in over the years and, as a token of this appreciation, we've got you this gift." The boss handed him a large and elegantly wrapped box. Everyone clapped and a few people patted him on the back, mumbling things like "good job" and "we couldn't have done it without you" before returning to their own desks.
The man sat back down to see the rest of the day through. He didn't open his gift since it would have interferred with his work. He sat quietly starring at the clock, watching the minute hand tick slowly round.
At the end of the day and his working life, the man stood up from his desk for the very last time and put on his coat. He gave his desk one last glance and headed home. He closed the front door, hung up his coat and sat in his armchair to open his gift. It was a clock, just like the one he used to watch at work. He hung it up above the fireplace and watched the minute hand tick round until it was time for bed.
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