New Meat
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I didn’t mention this, but one of the salespeople was fired about a month ago. It was a very clandestine operation. He was there when I left on Thursday, he was there when everyone else left on Friday, he was gone on Monday-his desk was clean and his business cards were missing.
Today, a new salesperson was hired. He begins Monday. I can only assume he’s a salesperson by his radio-style voice and generally verbose quality that all salespeople seem to have in common. I feel like what the Easy Company veterans must have felt like when a fresh young replacement arrived. The eager but inexperienced kid comes into the war, only to have his hopes dashed and his dreams obliterated in the first couple weeks, if he even survives that long.
Yes, Cerebral Locomotion does have a sort of Bastogne-like feeling to it sometimes. We’re in our foxholes, surrounded by the enemy, enduring constant shelling, trying to survive as best we can without proper food, clothing, or medical supplies. Someday maybe we’ll rise up from our foxholes and storm the enemy. Or perhaps we’ll be carried away from the front on a stretcher with one leg blown off, scarred for life.
Anyway, today went pretty much like I expected. Julio had been thinking more on the current project and finally shared his thoughts with me at about 3:00, rendering some of my earlier work obsolete. His new ideas are hopelessly convoluted and stupid, but whatever. His name’s on it, not mine.
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