The Navy was kind enough to send me to Baghdad. The Army generously gave me a cubicle when I arrived. This is my cubicle. There are many like it but this one is mine.
A lot of magic happens here. The most magical thing is the unicorn that lives on the top shelf. There is some stuff written on the board in red, but it is not secret. There is a secret batphone, but it is not red. The office has a chandelier in it, as well as a large marble column and some other palatial necessities. It's located in Al-Faw palace, which is pictured in one or two of the first few posts. The palace is quite spacious and has been partitioned for more effective use of space, within these partions is where the cubicalization has occurred. Here is what I see looking out from the cubical confines of my workspace. That is not the marble column I was talking about, it is actually off to the left.
Here is my coffee cup, straight from the land of pleasant living.
Unicorns are magical creatures that exist only for those who believe. As a believer, my mythical friend disposes of my daily annoyances using one of his four magic horns. Below he is seen using the electromagnetic powers of his chrome horn to gently lift a sharply dressed civilian.
Of course unicorns aren't always frolicking in dewy meadows or posing on windy cliffs, but don't think for a second they are running around and dispatching of folks willy-nilly. No, unicorns follow a strict code:
1. Unicorns never lie.
2. Unicorns always lend a helping hand.
3. Unicorns are loyal.
4. Unicorns can keep a secret.
5. Unicorns don't use drugs.
So if you're in Baghdad, I'll be here, and rest assured my unicorn will be keeping me safe.
1 comment:
Good to see at least one of the three computer screens is designated 'secret'. Since you have three computers, I imagine you are at least three times as productive. Which hut is in the picture above the two phones?
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