Paul and Allan Discuss The Hero’s Journey

Allan: Last night I had the most terrible dream. I was back at the station huffing gas, after a good wiff I sat down on the pavement and a small dog came to me with its tail between its legs. It was shivering and beat up and had no collar on. I grabbed the dog and yelled but no one came for him then I woke up.

Paul: Allan did you take your meds today? It’s Thursday morning and you’re late. We only have forty one and three quarters of one hour and three thirds of twenty minutes and one fifth of fifteen seconds billed out so far this week. I need at least sixty hours, fifty three minutes and thirty-seven seconds billable per week or my wife won’t have enough ingredients for her world famous juniper pie.

Allan: Gee Paul I just felt bad about the dog. He was all alone, no collar, no friends and no where to call home.

Paul: That’s not a poor dog but a being on the Hero’s Journey! That’s a rugged individual. He’s facing the chaos of reality all by himself, that’s a strong geyser! Hurry up Allan. Do your five finger exercises, there’ll be plenty of paperwork.

Allan: But Paul, I’ve spent over fifty hours the past three days typing.

Paul: Atta be! That’s a real hero. What a journey! Keep going and I’ll give you a nice cash bonus at the end of the year. You can buy that new refrigerator you’ve been talking about then you’ll have a place to store your juniper pies.

Allan: Alright Paul, I don’t feel too much like a hero today.

Paul quickly enters the bathroom then comes back out with three to four feet of paper towel and stuffs one end into the back of Allan’s shirt

Paul: Come on hero! Stick your arm out and fly!

Allan sticks his arm out and shuffles to his desk where the computer waits for him

WHAT A JOURNEY!