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waiting for the sun
so, a few months back, my very tiny tech company officially announced its anticipation of being swallowed by a very large tech company. this news represents the long-overdue end of an era, and has everyone shifting in their seats with the promise of change.
in the weeks that followed, we were asked to classify our job responsibilities, provide updated CV's, and attempt to carry on business as usual—much despite the foreboding knowledge that not all of our pack will make it to the next pasture.
(the astute reader will note that I've refrained from calling the aforementioned pasture green. i'm still not sure which path is ideal. should historical precedence hold true, i probably won't know till long after it's too late.)
today, monday, is the long anticipated "offer day." o-day. the day we are scheduled to receive letters of intent from our new employer. in the information vacuum, i imagine them to be hand-delivered, wrapped in unnecessarily large, scented, red paper envelopes. full-time positions, transitions, or the two week notice. reciprocally: pink tickets, blue tickets, golden tickets.
as mark renton said: "there are final hits, and there are final hits—but which was this to be?"
to distract from the weight of this wait, jack turns to itunes, and the apathetic therapy of pop indifference. instead, he stumbles upon the following gem: a song that has clearly lied dormant for decades, waiting just for this moment.
"Waiting for the Sun," by The Doors
At first flash of Eden
We race down to the sea
Standing there on freedom's shoreWaiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sunCan you feel it
Now that Spring has come
That it's time to live in the scattered sunWaiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun.
Waiting for the sun
Waiting,, waiting,, waiting,, waiting, waiting,, waiting,, waiting,, waitingWaiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to hear my song
Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to tell me what went wrongThis is the strangest life I've ever known
[scream]Can you feel it
Now that Spring has come
That it's time to live in the scattered sun.Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
if anything, one might argue that it lends immense credibility to the argument of prescience through hallucinogens.