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- [ The Book ] [ By Joseph ]
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- The Book
- by Joseph
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- Happiness, Mr. J. thought, was to produce stuff like this. Nothing compares
- to that feeling you experience as you have finished yet another perfect
- sample of the product.
- In front of himself he had a table. A belt conveyor on his right side
- supplied him with part one of the product. Part two came on his left. He
- just had to put the two pieces together. Even though the process was quite
- simple, it was still a form of traditional craftsmanship, according to Mr. J.
- It takes a certain skill to fit the two pieces together, so that the joint
- became invisible and the surface completely smooth.
- On the wall on his left, there was a big hole. When he was finished with
- yet another product, he simply dropped the sample into it. He had never dared
- to look into the hole. But he assumed that it was just a long dark tube down
- to the packing department, or something.
- His friends found his work boring and thought that he ought to find a more
- qualified kind of work, where he could develop himself as a person. Bah! They
- had no idea on how he had developed during the forty years he had been
- working at the factory. All these years, all these finished products. Had he
- not used his brain a lot? Had he not come up with clever solutions to
- complicated problems during his working hours?
- He smiled as he recalled his solution to the problem with the national
- economy. He had read about it in the papers and thought about it while
- working. It was so simple! Child's play - for him. He could not understand
- why it was such a fuss about it.
- He had collected all his solutions to various problems in a book he kept
- at home. Two-hundred pages - forty years of hard work and clever thinking.
- Needless to say, Mr. J. was mighty proud over himself.
- A whistle blew. The working day was over. Mr. J. pushed the stop button
- and started to collect his personal belongings. He did not notice that a man
- and a woman observed him.
- "He has been working here for how long did you say?" said the man, who
- happened to be the managing director.
- "Forty years according to the record," said the woman, who was his
- secretary.
- "And he has been sitting by the Hole all these years?"
- "Yes. I guess someone made a mistake. Well, he has never complained. In
- fact, he has been very pleased with his work."
- "Pleased with his work? Who cares? You are fully aware of the purpose with
- that kind of work?"
- "Well, uh, yes..."
- "And now, one day before this man retires, you care to inform me about
- this fact: that he has been sitting by the Hole, for forty damn years?"
- "Well, uh, yes..."
- "Incompetent fool!"
- With a face blushing in anger, the managing director turned around and
- made his way to his office to calm down. When he slammed his door shut,
- Mr. J. looked up. He felt quite surprised. No one was ever angry in this
- factory - no one slammed doors. He shook his head and went home.
- On the dinner table in his kitchen, was the Book. It was like the bible
- for him. His hand touched the cover, his fingers felt the soft leather cover.
- He had never loved anything as much as he loved this book. It was everything
- to him, his whole existence. The Book kept him alive. Without it, he would
- probably die. Every global problem he had solved was to be found within those
- two covers.
- When Mr. J. woke up the next morning, he felt a bit sad; this would be his
- last day at work. He was so grateful for all the years of happiness that the
- company had given him. But he did not know how to properly thank them. But he
- got a wonderful idea as he brushed his teeth: he would donate his book to the
- company! It would probably make them incredible rich. There were at least a
- hundred patents, and billions of dollars to get from the ideas presented in
- it. After everything they had done for him, they deserved it.
- The whistle blew and Mr. J. pushed the start button. He had never been
- late for work, and this day was no exception. No matter how ill he had been,
- he had always attended his work - Mr. J. found his work important. He had the
- Book with him, neatly wrapped in a green paper that he had saved from last
- Christmas. He was going to give it to the company as the whistle blew for the
- last time.
- The phone rang in the managing director's office.
- "Yes?"
- It was the secretary: "I just wanted to know if you have the time to hand
- over the golden watch to Mr. J. with me, before we close down for the day."
- "What time is it?"
- "Quarter to five. We must do it before five."
- "I'll be right down."
- "Another thing..."
- "What?"
- "Please don't mention anything about the Hole, will you? I mean, he has
- been working there for so long, and, well, I know the Hole was only meant as
- a 'last resort' for employees that we could not fire, and it was a mistake to
- place him there, but he has really enjoyed his 'work' and it would be..."
- "For heaven's sake, I'm not stupid!"
- Mr. J. held the wrapped book in his hands and pressed it against his
- chest. He dared not hand over it himself. He was afraid that they would think
- he was insane. He had tears in his eyes as he sent it down the hole to the
- packing department. "I bet they'll be rather surprised down there," he
- thought.
- "Hello there, Mr. J.!" someone said.
- Mr. J. turned around. It was the managing director and his secretary.
- "Oh, hello!"
- "You see, we thought that we would honor your hard and long work at this
- factory by giving you this golden watch." said the director and snapped his
- fingers. The secretary handed over the watch.
- Mr. J. examined the shiny piece of metal. What a beautiful clock! They
- talked for a while about what Mr. J. would do after his retirement, about his
- house, car and garden. Nothing special, just the kind of things people talk
- about when they say goodbye to someone who has faithfully served them for
- forty years.
- After a while, the managing director clearly showed that he wanted to do
- something else. They were about to shake hands and leave each other forever,
- when Mr. J. suddenly remembered his book.
- "You see, I have a present for you too..." he said.
- "Really? How nice. What?"
- "Well, I don't wanna boast, but I think it will be of great importance for
- this company. We're talking big bucks, so to say."
- Suddenly, the managing director became very interested in what Mr. J had
- to offer.
- "We would gladly accept such a gift, of course!"
- "Ah, but you see, I didn't dare to hand it over myself..."
- "Don't worry. We won't bite you!"
- "... so I sent it down to the packing department."
- "You sent it down to... 'the packing department'? Idiot!"
- The managing director walked away. Mr. J. turned to the secretary. None of
- them understood anything. The secretary did not understand the simple
- solution to the energy problems, the clever solution to the economy problems
- or the secret behind cold fusion. Mr. J. did not understand why the managing
- director had called him an idiot, and thus neither that his book had been
- donated to the furnace instead of humanity.
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