I am also anticipating seeing several former co-workers this afternoon for a get-together at Trophy's. It's kind of a weird situation...there's nothing to celebrate, and I'm not a fan of pity parties. I do want to make sure, though, that I keep alive my connections to the building and my friends in the business. There's little for us to say to each other, it seems. Those who are still working, still employed, will have feelings of guilt as they are reminded of all the good people who lost their jobs capriciously. Those who are on the outside share that same hunger behind their eyes, the hopeless feeling of being cut loose in a market which is shrinking tighter than the head of a snare drum. The only real thing to do is marshal forces for a new venture, but this isn't the scene for strategy and serious talk. So it's a different kind of anticipation for the Trophy's party, more like anticipating seeing your friends at a wake, and hoping the wake isn't your own.
And Now, A Note From Brian Powell
14 years ago
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