You’ll never guess what Sal did today…he was in a meeting with Don, Pam and Andy and Andy asked him to introduce himself to some new people.
Andy: “Sal, please introduce yourself to our new hires and give us a little bit about your background.” Sal: “There isn’t much to tell that you can’t already surmise from my sporty demeanor and generally chic appearance.” Andy: “Sal! Really now? C’mon, seriously, let’s hear it.”
Sal: “If you insist. Though, if you have to ask, you shouldn’t be allowed to know. Nevertheless, let’s begin with my upbringing. Like most Enterprise employees, I was hired during a time of turmoil, faced hardship and loneliness, but ultimately, rose to the top through scrappy yet determined resourcefulness and a brutal disregard for others. I guess you could say I learned from others’ mistakes. Such was the nature of my childhood.
I was born in Mexico City, fled to America and settled in South St. Louis, moved out West, and then…I turned one. I was the first and only son of a noble father, an urban huntsman who moonlighted as a scatman, and a ruthlessly gentle mother, incidentally, the first female lumberjack in the Pacific Northwest with an inexplicable talent for micro-brewing.
Though their stock cultivated my toughness, a male Hernandez is not simply raised by parents, the male Hernandez bids farewell to his parents and launches himself on the real world at the comfortable age of three.
In my case, overachieving to a fault, I was but one-and-a-half years of age when I climbed my way across a forest at the foothills of the Olympic Mountains without ever touching the ground, swam across the Puget Sound and settled in a small village smattered with the remnants of a once-large Nez Perce tribe. Though rough, my new family was welcoming.
My adopted father was a rather large, but agreeable man with unusually long arms and a pronounced cleft lip named Blowing Wind. And so I lived and grew with bold savagery until the age of 24. Thanks to Down Wind, my adopted sister, and her equestrian expertise, I raised my own horse and was able to ride off into the sunset until reaching Tucson…
…where I began a life of uninhibited crime.
ESQI! Sales, baby! Sales! $$$$$
Legend though I was, I was eventually caught and forcibly turned informant by the FBI. Eager to rid myself of the burden of answering to the whims of others, I became an agent.
Happy Birthday, Sal! From Suman and Amelia
Despite my developing drinking problem and unabashed addiction to Bu-7s, I very naturally excelled until the point of my retirement.
Following my retirement as the Assistant Director of the Los Angeles FBI office, I grew weary of free time and longed for the bustle of my formerly wild and harsh life.
So, naturally. I applied to be an MT in Group 32. Within five years, I rose through the ranks to become the company’s Compliance and Ethics Officer in St. Louis. Not bad for a little boy from South St. Louis, no?”
Andy then immediately called Dave and had him escort Sal out of the building!
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