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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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At the studio I used to work for, each production had a different code – it was a way of keeping track of supply budget stuff. I'm sure there were plenty of rogue photocopies being made anyway, both before and after, but the system made a certain amount of sense.