Mostly I love my job, but some days, I realize it is missing something; on my most inward-looking and self-examining days, the ones where I truly seek to understand where my life is going and where, I realize that that something is most likely an adorable logo. And on those days, those dreary nigh-inconsolable days, I sigh to myself, bemoan my lack of graphic design skills, and wholeheartedly embrace somebody else’s adorable logo.

My personal favorite antennae.

A work in progress.

Alpha and beta. Stubby little marzipan antenna and an attempt at a side-on angle with the line across — I didn’t think it worked.

Prestigious company.

(This concept done before, by someone else, differently.)

I first saw Brownie while waiting in a line to pay for my food at the local cafeteria. Quiet, unassuming, and just out of reach, it tempted me. It taunted me with its deliciousness, dared me to step out of line to grab it, and in doing so potentially cursed to go to the back of the line, and therefore set in motion a series of events that would doom the rest of my lunch to cold and inedible fate, and leave me unsated for eternity.

I looked back. The individual behind me was distracted. I knew this was my moment. My one chance. My opportunity of a lifetime. I took two steps to the left and grabbed it. “Huzzah!” I screamed aloud. Two quick steps to the right and I was back in line. No one noticed. I was the champion.

I put my tray down and started consuming my food, staring at the brownie, already tasting its chocolaty, cake-like consistency. Whoever said to eat dessert first had no understanding of suspense. I looked at my watch. 12:57. I had lost myself for too long, and was now going to be late for my next meeting.  I hastily threw Brownie into my backpack and hurried away.

The meeting was endless. Finally 3:00 arrived, and I dashed to my desk. I started searching. And searching. And searching. Pocket after pocket, compartment to compartment, the brownie was no where to be found. I started the search from scratch. The result was the same. I considered searching a third time, but the scientist in me prevailed. The brownie was gone, and no matter how many times I searched my backpack, it would not appear. I gazed into the distance. Nothing was there. Then I went to the store and bought a cookie. It was delicious.

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