I sit in a small cubicle inside of a giant airplane hangar.
The hangar is bright yellow.
It houses a full sized basketball court, an enormous fish tank, a library, a gourmet kitchen, an indoor park, a plethora of dogs, and several hundred people who get paid to think stuff up.
I am one of them.
A very small fish in a very big pond, but a fish nonetheless.
I feel a combination of elation and terror.
49%- “Of Course I Work Here, I’m A Genius!”
51%- “Why Would They Hire An Idiot Like Me?”
A flag flies at the entrance to this Wonka like idea factory.
A pirates skull and crossbones is emblazoned on it.
I am a pirate.
I am in the company of other pirates.
Pirates paid to interrupt, disrupt, and persuade.
This company never closes.
Stay open young pirate.
And do not let your forty nine percent inflate to fifty one.
Back to work.
Brain to the grindstone.
More details soon.