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This might be a new beginning, and it almost feels like it.
It's ten a.m. and the building is still empty except for me and Jordan. We have spent the last ten minutes looking at the phones light up in the reception. I am tempted to pick one up and say, Good morning, how may I direct your call?
The first thing we did as newly empowered members of the SPC was reverse the plans for the move, and the massive layoffs, after we figured out that one of the VPs, in a moment of confusion, had decided that the company was actually disintegrating somehow, and they had to cut costs. Then we made a few calls. Everything that had been moved down to the basement will be put back in its place.
We will take our place too. No point in going somewhere else or pretending to be something we are not.
I've been wondering what it means to have control over this beast. I've been wondering if you can actually control what something this big does. I've been wondering if I should floss more frequently.
I don't think we can control it. We can probably steer it gently, hoping it doesn't break. Picture a 20-year old supertanker loaded with oil, riding the seas. Picture the idiot captain getting drunk and thinking the supertanker is actually a strangely shaped, very, very large sort of sports car. Picture it breaking up after a storm. The waves of oil, black and dense as coagulated blood, washing up on the shoreline. Instead of sea gulls, you'd see executives covered in oil, flapping their arms helplessly, their faces black, their suits now oozing the magical fluid that powers SUVs, lamps and wars.
Picture a Zippo lighter dropped carelessly on the scene.
No, control isn't an option.
I guess I should floss more frequently, too.
I haven't had a cigarette in a while. I don't even want one. I don't know why, and it certainly has nothing to do with willpower. I once knew a guy that had the stupid theory that drugs are never addictive. He used rock stars as proof. They have a snort, or a smoke, or whatever, only when they need it, he'd say, They can control it.
Sure.
Everyone will be back here tomorrow.
Control. Control is an illusion.
Correction, then: Everyone should be back here tomorrow.
The wheels are in motion.
Now we just have to wait.
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