Saltmine Chicago Office 2001

Dear Mr. Jarmon
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever bugs we build into BP-World, but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, a west coast wannabe, a big daddy, a crazy Brit, a tiny dancer, a popkid and a HR bunny. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7 o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed.