Surrounded by…well, just people on business lunches, Al and Amanda sat to have a lunch of their own. It didn’t start as a business lunch, but most things they did started out as something other than what they eventually became. After downing their coffees they realized their amazing talent was stagnating in today’s job market. It favored the sort of person they were surrounded by—the realtor with the hideous gold necklace from Jared’s Galleria of Jewelry, the voyeuristic businessman typing frantically on his PDA, the corpulent accountant. They were none of these. Little did they know their epic journey was only beginning. Like so often when Amanda wanted to create something truly awesome, Al was distracted by her constant singing of The Knack.
“Al, stop drumming ‘My Sharona! I have an idea! I checked The Onion online and they don’t accept unsolicited resumés.”
“Right, so we’re screwed,” she exclaimed as she momentarily stopped her one-woman show.
“WRONG! What if we don’t send them an unsolicited resumé, but instead create a grassroots movement to force them to accept our unparalleled awesomeness?”
“Just how do you expect to create such a movement? I mean, I know we’re awesome, but how do we spread the word to the common man?”
“Dude, we ARE the common man.”
“Oh, right.”
They’d hit a brick wall. More coffee was needed. After a long sip, the dynamic duo devised a devious solution.
“If a man can trade a paperclip for a house on the Internet, surely we can use it to propel ourselves to stardom,” explained Amanda.
“Excellent! To the computer!!”
By later that afternoon, Manifesto Destiny was born.
