Drove down to Mountain View this morning <br />to check up on my investment <br />of time, and a <i>little</i> money <br />in the Google octopus. <br /> <br /> <br />Like a friend in a strange country, <br />the familiar rainbow letters <br />smiled from the logo <br />in front of the building. <br /> <br />Eyes sparkling, <br />the red-haired receptionist <br />in the lobby smiled, too. <br /> <br />'Is there a display <br />for the public? ' I asked, <br />reining in my wonder <br />and finding some kind of voice. <br /> <br />'Do you have a meeting here? ' <br />she inquired, not quite as many <br />watts now in the sparkling <br />of her eyes. <br /> <br />'Is this the main lobby? ' I asked. <br />'Don't people come here <br />from all over the world? ' <br />There had to be more than this. <br /> <br />'No, and if you don't <br />have a meeting here, <br />I'll have to ask you <br />to leave! ' said the girl. <br /> <br />Muttering something <br />about 'Do no evil', <br />the famous Google motto, <br /> <br />I pushed my way out the door, <br />puzzled how a bonanza company <br />can be so dumb about public relations.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/google-pilgrimage-fiasco/
