I’m taking next week off, so I have to let go of the toenail. When I get back, the toenail may be gone and I may be thrown some other part of the giant and told to paint it. I may have to help survey the giant to see if this giant is really the giant we want. If it’s not, do I get to tell the angry lunk he’s not the right giant for us?
I decided to take a break from the gigantic product I’ve been working on for the past four and a half years. I’m burned out on it. So, I’m working on this other thing now, and well, it’s huge. I signed up for a plate, and it turned out the plate was attached to something. What I thought was a plate is actually a giant’s toenail. This giant is mean, ill-mannered and ruthless – doesn’t like people holding on to his toenail. But, I’ve got ahold of his toenail, and it’s apparently my job to tell the giant that we should paint this toenail. The giant’s job is to tell me what color the toenail is supposed to be, what brush I should use, and what shapes I should paint. Unfortunately, the giant’s not telling me anything, so I’m doing a lot of guessing right now. Until the giant speaks, I’m sitting here holding a stinking toenail.