These pictures are circulating via email like a virus, but I think they provide a useful meditation and didn’t want anyone to miss them.
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Uhh, where’s the instrument maker photo?
Loren
Oh, never mind…[edited as comment is no longer relevant; order has been restored] 
Hehehe, the guy holding the target is priceless!
They even have a picture of the place where i work!
The only thing missing is the sign that says “Abandon all hope all ye who enter”, but that was a relatively recent adition, after the picture had been taken.
truthfully, the last one IS from the company I work for - but, I, thank god, am in a different division!!!
Whenever we go to “cross GBU symposia” I am SO glad I work in food!
The last one reminds me of my job but in a more metaphoric sense.
I think of all of them I’d rather be the guy holding the target - at least you can be reasonably sure you won’t be stuck in that job for 50 years! 
Then you go off on vacation…
The first one would be me, except that since downsizing, I’m the only employee in the office. (Looks like a modern version of the Orson Welles film of Kafka’s “The Trial”, doesn’t it?)
I’ve actually done a variation of the third one. While stationed on Taiwan (1964-66), the US troops had to go to a Chinese NCO academy to use the rifle range, and the translators had to go downrange to work in the “Pits”, telling the Chinese soldiers when to raise and lower targets, according to instructions we received via landline. We got a few splinters, and–as the target frames had nails and other metal parts, I kept expecting to get something worse. Somehow, being in a four-foot-deep pit wasn’t all that reassuring to six-foot-three me. 
I’ll have to let the supervisors at work know that they have their noses sniffing the wrong place. What a silly mistake!
It’s not very funny, but I sure wouldn’t want this](http://students.kennesaw.edu/~lac7780/untouch2.jpg%22%3Ethis) guy’s job. He’s a member of the lowest caste in India.
I wonder what happens to the guy in the middle when one day he comes in late for work…
That shark picture strikes a horrifying primordial chord of terror into me.
I have had reoccuring dreams for nearly 30 years about amorphous, opaque yet starkly deadly evil. It used to be a huge fish that swam, barely seen in murky foul smelling water. Finally in one of the dreams I killed the fish and it’s never returned.
Now the dreams are all about finding hidden doors in my house that lead to enormous, wonderfully furnished rooms and hallways but the further I explore these hitherto unknown parts I get closer so a “something” that is so evil and malevolent that I usually wake up sweating. This shark picture recalls that very feeling.
Weird huh?
Have you ever had your dreams analyzed by someone in the know? I know a little (I’m nowhere near knowing enough…) and I know that dreaming about your house is really dreaming about your own spiritual state. If your rooms are wonderfully furnished, it’s because the parts of you they represent are also wonderfully furnished (metaphorically). However, that “something” you speak of might be another part of you that you are denying because of some fear. It’s probably something quite amazing about yourself too 
uh, but you didn’t ask me about that did you…
What was the original post about anyway?.. 
Oh yeah, that’s it.
Of course, these stopped me from complaining for a few minutes. Thanks Dale.
Yes. (Well, you did ask… 
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Where did they get all those pictures from my workplace? I have to do all of those things, daily.
That was in National Geographic Magazine. I was floored by his bemused good humor and dignity. It humbled me.