I walked into one of the opened office rooms where a small group had gathered around Julie. They were all staring at her sweater’s sleeve. I asked what was so intriguing on the sleeve.
“A bug,” came the response.
So, we had five people staring at the sleeve of the sixth person, contemplating the fate of this tiny, little bug that ended up in the wrong place…
After (what seemed to be) endless minutes, the conclusion was to take the bug outside and release it into nature, to be set free to enjoy its remaining days in sunlight — something us “office-folks” long for on a daily basis…
Watching this group from afar, I couldn’t help but think how sad it was that contemplating and guiding — if not controlling — this bug’s life on a sweater’s sleeve gave us more intellectual stimulation and life’s purpose than our jobs.
That’s what bugs me…
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