a melancholy chandelier right in the main foyer. Everyone walking beneath it got a severe case of the blues. Productivity and morale were at an all-time low. Something had to be done, and quickly.
The few who have to sit in its immediate proximity got the
contentment computer hutch, keys to the back entrance and their own parking spaces.
And instead of candy, our receptionist now has a little basket of uplift pills on her desk. Despite their lack of meat, they seem to counteract at least some of the chandelier’s effect. Maybe within a few weeks we’ll have no more blue Mondays.
