Monday, January 10, 2005

The Great NI Drug Caper


I'm about to get hit in the eye with a [insert Dr. Evil finger quotes here] "laser", and I know I'll want to sleep a lot when it's all over. Fortunately, I have a certain anonymous coworker with magic pills that can make this happen. So, at 10:00 this morning, all sneaky-like, we met at the drinking fountain on the north side of the seventh floor.

Me: "You got the stuff, man?"

Him: "Yeah, I got the stuff."

Me: "Show it to me.

He passed me a paper package with three pills inside, leaning casually against the wall next to the drinking fountain where I filled my water bottle.

Me: "Aight, it's cool. You didn't stiff me."

Suddenly, like 20 ninjas jumped out of the cubicles across the hall and barrelled at us with swords, nun-chucks, and throwing stars. I threw my hook up through the ceiling, the eighth floor, and the roof, hit the coil button, and pulled Bob, I mean my anonymous coworker, and I to safety.

We ran across the roof while a bunch of cops shot at us with bazookas and jumped to our safety in the dried up creek next to the building.

Whew! Now I can sleep.

In other news, National Instruments ranked #40 in Fortune 500's Top 100 Companies to Work For due in part to its brilliant and creative employees.



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