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So, a coworker in another department, an extremely nice man who sometimes comes to me for help navigating the building's byzantine administration, called me this morning.

Coworker Nice: Sam, I'm waiting on a FedEx envelope this morning.
Sam: I think it may already have come! Hang on. *checks, comes back with envelope* Yep, I've got it right here.
Coworker Nice: In that envelope is ten million dollars.
Sam: Um, what?
Coworker Nice: I'll be there to get it in a moment.
Sam: I'll hold it in my hands until you get here.

So Coworker Nice came up to my desk a few minutes later and said, "You wanna see?" and I totally did, because I was wondering if it was a bond or a check or what. Turns out it was a check, a check for ten million dollars, and Coworker Nice let me hold it and look at ALL THE ZEROES.

Because let's be honest, separating oneself from the material plane is fine and all but how often do you get a chance to hold a check for ten million dollars?

Seriously, there were a lot of zeroes. Like an unreal amount.

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[sabra-n.livejournal.com]

Sam: I'll hold it in my hands until you get here.

One of my past jobs involved toting hundreds of dollars in cash in a manila envelope around downtown Manhattan at 11pm or so every night, so yeah, I have a teeny inkling of that feeling. :P

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

I wanted to blog about it but couldn't until he got there because OMG TEN MILLION DOLLARS MUST WAAAATCH IT.