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I should imagine there are a number of companies' share prices "down the pan" at present, but furlough is nothing to do with share price, it's all paid by the government, it wouldn't cost your employer a penny!
And if they won't furlough you then you are really better off out of it, the trouble is however if you are out of a job you'll struggle to find a new one whilst all of this mess is going on unless you get one in a "critical" sector or whatever they are calling it.
My family has relocated to our relatively remote cottage for the duration (my wife has an auto-immune disease and being away is a good thing).
So the daughter is doing her university courses, the wife is working online, I am reading CP and bang - the internet goes down. I get a text from a neighbour asking if mine is down too - so it appears to be the whole area. Much panic ensues as if life is ending...
It appears we really do need the machine that goes 'ping'...
If you can't laugh at yourself - ask me and I will do it for you.
GOTOs are a bit like wire coat hangers: they tend to breed in the darkness, such that where there once were few, eventually there are many, and the program's architecture collapses beneath them. (Fran Poretto)
E.M.Forster wrote this ‘Science Fiction story’ in 1909. Pre computer, pre- world wide web, pre-smart talking to itself technology.
Just over 100 years later this seems not like science fiction at all, more, something which might be a mere handful of years away, and in many ways, already here.
Set sometime in the future (at the time of writing) human beings have gratefully done away with all the challenging, messy stuff of having to communicate with each other, and skilfully negotiate co-operation with another face to face human being, in real time and place.
Instead, each lives softly cocooned like a babe inside a personal pod, where all wants are regulated by sentient technology. The technology ‘The Machine’ was once created and conceived of by humans, but now it does things so much more efficiently than any one human can do. All needs, be they of ambient temperature, health and well being, education, entertainment, furniture, are seamlessly provided by the machine, and the human being in its pod never has to rub up against the messy flesh of another. Communication happens by seeing (and hearing) each other on some kind of screen. You in your small pod, me in mine
Everything that can be controlled, is, and everything that can’t, in the material world, is regarded as unpleasant and dangerous.
Living happens in the personal pod, deep below the earth, where the air supply is regulated, and purified. The surface of the earth is deemed dangerous, the air not fit to breathe. The Machine has told us so, so it must be true.
Vashti, the central character is happy in her pod. Her son is a difficult and challenging embarrassment to her and their ‘meetings’ on screen do not go well. He also has disturbing things to say about The Machine, and appears to harbour dangerously subversive ideas about a better, earlier time, when people communicated directly with each other. And then………well, the title of the story shows where this will lead.
Current events in the world, and specifically the USA, remind me of this quote from Charles Dickens' "A Tale Of Two Cities".
These are the darkest times for the many thousands who suffer the effects of the virus, and the millions who suffer financially after they lost their income. Yet these events also brought out the best in so many individuals and companies who are racing to produce much needed medical equipment, and it also brought out the innovative spirit in many who are working on new and better tests, treatments and equipment. Sadly it also brought out the worst in some who exploit the misery and fear of others, for selfish personal gain:
“It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair………”
The question asks itself: WHY were you kicked out?
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, navigate a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects! - Lazarus Long