At BrightSpark Tech, the office was never short on lively banter. Greg, a worn-out project manager, was buckling under deadlines, demanding clients, and a coffee habit intense enough to power a small city.
One drizzly Thursday, he shuffled into his boss Mark’s glass-walled office, managing a weary smile.
“Hey, Mark? Got a minute? I’ve got a problem.”
Mark—ever the chipper, flip-flop-wearing cheerleader of corporate optimism—jumped up like someone had insulted his mother.
“Problem?” he said. “No such thing! Around here, we call that an opportunity!”
Greg paused, pushed up his glasses, and replied dryly, “Alright then. I’ve got a major drinking opportunity.”
