Well I am still employed. A noticeable number of my workplace colleagues, however, are not; though I only mostly have second-hand word right now, it looks like about twenty people from my department have been let go. I spent my whole shift yesterday trying to make the best of things while under a palpable cloud of dread. Halfway through the day someone asked me why I was still smiling and laughing and the only thing I could come up with was that zen fable about the strawberries. You know, the soldier is running from the enemy and the only escape is over a precipice. He jumps over and grabs a vine growing out of the side of the cliff. As he's about to start his descent, he hears a roar, and looks down to see a tiger. Clinging for life to the vine, he looks to his left and sees a strawberry on the vine next to him. With certain death above and below, the only thing to do is enjoy the strawberries.
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I think it's a monk, not a soldier.
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