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September 12th, 2001
“Look, Squim we need to talk.” Mr. Boss was sitting in his chair with a frown on his face. “What’s the matter Mr. Boss? You don’t seem very positive today.” In contrast to Mr. Boss, Squim was dancing around instead of sitting on a chair. “Squim, 2,977 innocent people lost their lives yesterday and you just kept dancing.” Mr. Boss shed a single tear. “During times like it’s even more important to stay positive!” Squim’s dancing intensified. “I know Squim, and I agree with you.”
“Then where’s the problem?” What Squim had just said made Mr. Boss sigh. “People need to be allowed to grieve and after their through the process then you’re suppose to make them smile. That’s how we do it here.” Squim was unfazed by what Mr. Boss had just said. “You should always be positive!” Mr. Boss took a deep breath in. “Squim, I’m sorry but you are fired.”
Squim’s dancing began to slow down. “What?” “It means you have two weeks left before you no longer work here.” He fully stopped dancing. “But I’m just trying to make people smile.” “You danced in front of a woman who had just lost her brother and father, she thought you were mocking her. Now please leave my office.” Squim did as he was asked.