
Back to work after the Mexico trip, I was greeted by 6 oversize bags of fortune cookies and a giant fortune. At first I thought those were tortilla chips. When I realized they were just flat fortune cookies. I started cracking up. I knew exactly why my desk was pimped by fortune cookies not tortillas.
2 days prior to my vacation, I went to a workshop in Portland, OR. Narisa, Gina, John and I took the train from Seattle to Portland. I bought a box of fortune cookies for everyone to snack on. But that night I started munch on the fortune cookies and finished most of them by myself. I confessed my terrible crime to my fellow train-mates. But who can resist the thrill of finding different fortunes inside each fortune cookie?

Thanks to that trip to Portland, now I have fortune cookies pouring out of my drawers, coffee mug, among my toys, even in my Kleenex box (I get a nice scent of fortune cookie when I blow my nose). The fortunes were just hilarious. Us designers repeatedly getting “Look for new outlets for your own creative abilities”, while our PMs were getting fortunes said “It would be wise to cut expectations in half.”
