The next morning, the swap began. Gary arrived at Jack's office, dressed in a sharp suit that barely fit his lanky frame. He had his hands in his pockets, looking both out of place and oddly confident. As he entered the executive suite, the assistant greeted him with a smile.
"Good morning, Mr. Thompson," she said. "The board meeting is in thirty minutes. Do you want to review the quarterly report?"
Gary froze. "Uh? yeah. Sure."
He had no idea what the quarterly report was, but he quickly picked up a thick binder from Jack's desk. It looked impressive. It was full of numbers and charts, so it must have been important. He flipped through it randomly, making vague comments like, "This looks good," and "We should expand our market share." The employees around him nodded approvingly.
Meanwhile, Jack, in his coveralls, was facing the janitor's closet and contemplating the sheer amount of cleaning products that could fit inside one tiny room. The mop looked like a weapon in his hand, and the giant floor buffer was an unholy contraption that seemed to defy the laws of physics.
He stood there, scratching his head. "How does anyone actually use this?" he muttered, staring at the electric buffer. He plugged it in, flipped the switch, and immediately lost control of the device. The buffer shot across the room like a runaway vacuum, knocking over a trash can, and causing a chain reaction of chaos in the supply closet.
"Okay, okay, I can do this," Jack muttered to himself as he picked up the mop. He swiped it across the floor and immediately slipped on a patch of water, landing face-first into a pile of paper towels.
Meanwhile, Gary was thriving in the office. He made nonsensical business decisions, assigning random people to different departments, and giving vague but confident advice during the board meeting. "We need more innovation," Gary said, adjusting the collar of his suit, "and a coffee break every hour. A well-caffeinated workforce is a productive workforce."
The room erupted in applause.
Back in the janitor's closet, Jack was making zero progress. He had flooded the hallway with water and knocked over the trash can. In his attempt to fix the issue, he pulled a fire alarm by accident. The building began evacuating, and Jack had to hide in the nearest broom closet.
"Good morning, Mr. Thompson," she said. "The board meeting is in thirty minutes. Do you want to review the quarterly report?"
Gary froze. "Uh? yeah. Sure."
He had no idea what the quarterly report was, but he quickly picked up a thick binder from Jack's desk. It looked impressive. It was full of numbers and charts, so it must have been important. He flipped through it randomly, making vague comments like, "This looks good," and "We should expand our market share." The employees around him nodded approvingly.
Meanwhile, Jack, in his coveralls, was facing the janitor's closet and contemplating the sheer amount of cleaning products that could fit inside one tiny room. The mop looked like a weapon in his hand, and the giant floor buffer was an unholy contraption that seemed to defy the laws of physics.
He stood there, scratching his head. "How does anyone actually use this?" he muttered, staring at the electric buffer. He plugged it in, flipped the switch, and immediately lost control of the device. The buffer shot across the room like a runaway vacuum, knocking over a trash can, and causing a chain reaction of chaos in the supply closet.
"Okay, okay, I can do this," Jack muttered to himself as he picked up the mop. He swiped it across the floor and immediately slipped on a patch of water, landing face-first into a pile of paper towels.
Meanwhile, Gary was thriving in the office. He made nonsensical business decisions, assigning random people to different departments, and giving vague but confident advice during the board meeting. "We need more innovation," Gary said, adjusting the collar of his suit, "and a coffee break every hour. A well-caffeinated workforce is a productive workforce."
The room erupted in applause.
Back in the janitor's closet, Jack was making zero progress. He had flooded the hallway with water and knocked over the trash can. In his attempt to fix the issue, he pulled a fire alarm by accident. The building began evacuating, and Jack had to hide in the nearest broom closet.
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