Papa, Can You Hear Me?

You thought we were through, didn't you? The Office Avocado, once heralded by the New York Times as "the best blog in the history of the world," fallen to the wayside. Just another blog that had such promising beginnings, you thought, now lying amongst thousands of abandoned blogs in the graveyard that is Blogspot.com. Well let me tell you this: you were WRONG.

Perhaps an explanation is in order. You thought you were the only one spending the last month and half worried sick about Hugo, wringing your fingers in anxious anticipation of news about our brave little avocado, news you thought might never come. It might interest you to know that I, too, had the same painful experience and the reason is this:

Hugo Chavocado, feeling abandoned and cast aside by his father figure, Joseph, set out on an epic quest to find him and bring him back home to cubicle 19-240. His only knowledge of the whereabouts of said father figure came from casual comments before he left, mentioning a lengthy voyage through war-torn Eastern Europe. Overwhelmed by grief and the vast emptiness of 19-240, Hugo set out mere days after Joseph's departure, determined to bring him home. He traipsed through the bleak streets of Sarajevo, trudged along the alleyways of Budapest and spent some glorious sunny days on the beaches of Croatia. All along, just a few steps behind the elusive Joseph, who's movements became more and more erratic, no doubt to thwart the poor little avocado who just wanted his Pa' back.

After weeks of searching, Hugo could no longer deny his longing for the fluorescent lighting of 1 WFC. Just the other day, Hugo finally returned, sans Joseph. While he never found that which he was seeking, Hugo seemed to have gained an independance from the journey. And he seems to have finally cut himself free from the father figure on which he used to depend.

When I asked Hugo what caused the change of heart, he replied, "Who goes on vacation in war-torn Eastern Europe? I mean, seriously??"