Yesterday at work in the business office, a work order passed through my hands, traversed the mechanisms of the scanner, and went into history, largely unnoticed. This work order was a contract with a construction company. The duties prescribed per the contract:
To remove the countertops in Stadium 110, 201, 202, 203, and 204, to repaint the walls, and to remove the plumbing.
The end is nigh. After an estimated 40 hours of labor, the rooms we knew so well in Stadium will be no more.
you should have destroyed the document. you're our man on the inside!
ReplyDeleteWhoever inhabits that space next will never truly know.
ReplyDeleteWe should have made (slash still could make?) an indelible mark in the structure - an artifact of what once was.
ReplyDeleteIf only we had (slash if we do?), hundreds of years from now after the Yellowstone Caldera explodes and the continent descends into a quasi-nuclear winter, when the behemoth that is Laird Stadium still stands amid the dust and amongst the wreckage of an abandoned Carleton College, our mark would (slash will) still be there. We would (will) be timeless. Legends. Our legacy invincible, standing strong, defiant, proud, and most importantly, undeterred by the threat and havoc that is unleashed by supervolcano explosions.
I think that the largest threat to our mark would (will) be the $500 million endowment that the college can unleash at any time.
ReplyDeleteBrian,
ReplyDeleteLet me just say that I am very disappointed in you. All you had to do was shred the work order.
Also, if any of you want, I found the drill bit I used to drill in the wall for our TV. If you want me to send you a baggie of stadium dust let me know.