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November 17, 2004
Fortune cookies are always slightly ironic.
One of the veeps took me to lunch yesterday to chat about my departure. We had Chinese, and two fortune cookies came with the check.
Mine read, "the time is right to reach your goals."
The veep cracked open his cookie and snorted derisively. "I think this was meant for you," he said, handing me his cookie.
"Soon you will get the recognition you deserve."
Posted by Your Protagonist at November 17, 2004 12:13 PM