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  • Our company used to have a sign out in front with its name etched on it. It was a granite stone, a rectangle with rounded top edges. The name of the company was etched with a lighter pattern around the letters. Sounds like a tombstone, doesn't it? It looked just like one too. We often mused about who the heck decided to put up a marker like that one in front of the company? No matter. It was the worst kind of literary/corporate foreshadowing. We went belly-up.

    New owner! We are resurrected. Hope is passed around like the kool aid without the sleepy juice. Our former CEO, now the new COO, went out with a sledge hammer and took down the cursed granite sign, stone chip by stone chip. We cheered! Hooray! Hazzah! Bueno! Now we have flowers. I like the blend of blooms out there, hydrangea, pansies, ivy. It's colorful and much more about life than death, although the little bed they sit in is still shaped like a grave and people do plant flowers on graves. Oh well... Let's hope the metaphor gets to the gods that determine our future and the future of all businesses and they see the hope and not the Dorothy Parker signs of death.

    'A dream lies dead here.'
    (Dorothy Parker)
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