“It looks like,” said the owner of the firm stepping out of his office to conduct the emergency meeting, “things are going to be different for a while.” The numbers of infected people had skyrocketed. The number of people dying had also spiked.
“Mandate has just come from California that we are to work from home until this ‘pandemic’ thing is figured out.”
It was a double whammy. The office had just produced and posted a video stating that this would not become a pandemic. In that same video it was stated that this was all hysteria. That video was quietly removed two weeks later.
The idea that there was a worldwide worry had been kicking around in the background for the last few weeks. It had made its way to the forefront. There was fear for Mom. There was fear that this was it. We had pushed the boundaries of the planet to the point where it was finally pushing back.
Mother Earth had found the right combination to kill us all and start all over again.
On another note, I was happy not to have to drive into Hartford every other day. I remember thinking to myself, “This is terrible, BUT (provided my Mom and my sister are ok) if I never have to make this drive again and most people I care about don’t die, I’m ok.”
After months of crushing anxiety something was really happening. When you think the world is falling apart and it actually does, you are strangely prepared for it. The machines are an internal terror. They take your worst fears and run them over and over again. They do everything to cause you anxiety and then feed off that anxiety.
You feel like everything is ending. When everything actually feels like it is ending, due to say a pandemic of unknown origin, you shift from internal terror to worldwide worry. The machines can’t compete. Because you have thought of every shit scenario and every soul crushing terrible thing that can happen, you are strangely prepared for the worst.
It’s a twisted validation that cleans the slate and brings forth a moment of almost pure joy. You are able to say, ‘See, things are as bad as I thought they were.”
We were also going home because the building was shutting down for at least a week.
“Oh my God! This is just like that movie with that guy from Boston and that super hot English guy. The one about the virus … you know the one where the mother and son died in the first 10 minutes.” started the secretary.
“Seriously,” said the female rep. “Why the fuck do you keep bringing that movie up?”
“Because he’s hot,” she said, pouting a little.
“Hot or not our clients will be just as freaked out as everyone else.” He grabbed his backpack, jacket, and phone. “Tragedy prints money! Make those phone calls! Now is the perfect time to shine. Move that money before the market is a mess!”
He was on a roll. His eyes were wide with the coming commissions that could be made by ‘moving the money’.
“Where are we moving them?” He asked, headed for the door, already knowing.
“Darwin Defined Funds, where your money evolves with the market.” We all responded.
“All right. Go home. Don’t die. Don’t worry. The greatest president of our lifetime is handling this.”
Things were going to be different all right. We had pushed the boundaries and now the boundaries were pushing back. Maybe Darwin had more to do with this than we thought.
“Mandate has just come from California that we are to work from home until this ‘pandemic’ thing is figured out.”
It was a double whammy. The office had just produced and posted a video stating that this would not become a pandemic. In that same video it was stated that this was all hysteria. That video was quietly removed two weeks later.
The idea that there was a worldwide worry had been kicking around in the background for the last few weeks. It had made its way to the forefront. There was fear for Mom. There was fear that this was it. We had pushed the boundaries of the planet to the point where it was finally pushing back.
Mother Earth had found the right combination to kill us all and start all over again.
On another note, I was happy not to have to drive into Hartford every other day. I remember thinking to myself, “This is terrible, BUT (provided my Mom and my sister are ok) if I never have to make this drive again and most people I care about don’t die, I’m ok.”
After months of crushing anxiety something was really happening. When you think the world is falling apart and it actually does, you are strangely prepared for it. The machines are an internal terror. They take your worst fears and run them over and over again. They do everything to cause you anxiety and then feed off that anxiety.
You feel like everything is ending. When everything actually feels like it is ending, due to say a pandemic of unknown origin, you shift from internal terror to worldwide worry. The machines can’t compete. Because you have thought of every shit scenario and every soul crushing terrible thing that can happen, you are strangely prepared for the worst.
It’s a twisted validation that cleans the slate and brings forth a moment of almost pure joy. You are able to say, ‘See, things are as bad as I thought they were.”
We were also going home because the building was shutting down for at least a week.
“Oh my God! This is just like that movie with that guy from Boston and that super hot English guy. The one about the virus … you know the one where the mother and son died in the first 10 minutes.” started the secretary.
“Seriously,” said the female rep. “Why the fuck do you keep bringing that movie up?”
“Because he’s hot,” she said, pouting a little.
“Hot or not our clients will be just as freaked out as everyone else.” He grabbed his backpack, jacket, and phone. “Tragedy prints money! Make those phone calls! Now is the perfect time to shine. Move that money before the market is a mess!”
He was on a roll. His eyes were wide with the coming commissions that could be made by ‘moving the money’.
“Where are we moving them?” He asked, headed for the door, already knowing.
“Darwin Defined Funds, where your money evolves with the market.” We all responded.
“All right. Go home. Don’t die. Don’t worry. The greatest president of our lifetime is handling this.”
Things were going to be different all right. We had pushed the boundaries and now the boundaries were pushing back. Maybe Darwin had more to do with this than we thought.
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