One of our salespeople was terminated today. That’s what we call it when someone gets fired — termination.
It seems so crass to fire someone today, but I guess that’s just me.
I wrote a poem this morning about the sky and how it related to the date.
I wrote a ramble last night about how I couldn’t bring myself to participate in the 2996 project because I didn’t personally know anyone who died on 9/11/2001, and how I feel like an outsider looking in, oh poooor me.
It has crossed my mind many times to publish too much about what the future “should have” been except life decided to spare a very good person while taking so many others that day.
I can’t publish those things. Can’t because I won’t.
But I can write about this girl I knew who just arrived to New York a few months ago, getting this job before she even had an apartment, and getting terminated on the same day 8 years later from when 2996 people lost their lives for no good reason.
And quote a Phil Collins song, because it seems appropriate today.
I must’ve dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
I can hear the marching feet
They’re moving into the street.
Now did you read the news today
They say the danger’s gone away
But I can see the fire’s still alight
Burning into the night.
Too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can’t you see
This is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we’re given
Use them and let’s start trying
To make it a place worth living in.
Superman where are you now
Everything’s gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, men of power
Are losing control by the hour.
This is the time
This is the place
So we look for the future
But there’s not much love to go round
Tell me why, this is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we’re given
Use them and let’s start trying
To make it a place worth living in.
I remember long ago -
When the sun was shining
The stars were bright
All through the night
And the sound of your laughter
As I held you tight
So long ago -
I won’t be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We’re not just making promises
That we know, we’ll never keep.
Too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can’t you see
This is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we’re given
Use them and let’s start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for.
This is the world we live in
And these are the names we’re given
Stand up and let’s start showing
Just where our lives are going to.
I guess what would make it even worse is if she knew someone who died eight years ago and was silently mourning them as she was “terminated.”