There once was a collectible plastic dinosaur. His name was Tiny Dino.
Tiny Dino lived and worked at the offices of a social product development company called quirky. At first, he was a vital part of the team, a hard worker who responded to customer service queries in a friendly, timely fashion. His vivacious spirit touched everyone who came in contact with him, and his witty banter never failed to elicit a chuckle from the staff.
But then, Tiny Dino started losing his mojo. The temptations of Manhattan, with its bright lights and its long nights, became too much for him. He fell, and he fell hard.
In the coming weeks, we will be chronicling the adventures and misadventures that contributed to the demise of Tiny D. Stay tuned…



2 Comments
shawnee | 02/01/2010 8:21 PM
Intriguing. I’ll be staying tuned.
Stacy | 02/06/2010 12:20 PM
I had no idea. T.D. was a great comfort to me in times of Quirky needs. I hope he (I always thought there was some gender confusion here, myself) will find his way back, even only a kind of Grand Marshall for special events.