The other night at the Day Job, I was looking for non-work things to do. There were a few things I could have/should have done, but I was tired and feeling crappy, so I was basically walking around and trying to figure out what I could do that would make it look like I was doing something productive.
Then I noticed that my colleagues had had Chinese food earlier in the day, and left a few things behind. More specifically, a fortune cookie.
What the hell. They were gone, I was alone, no one was watching, and I wasn’t really doing anything. So I took it.
The fortune inside?
You have a very strong sense of duty.
