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store's sound system. Living, jumping music, full of positive
energy.
Janet had never really heard these groups before, and she
would smile when we played them. "I like this!" she'd say. "Who is
this?" She said this all the time, with each new group we
introduced to the store.
When I first came to work there was a mountain of dead
computers to fix, a really bad back load of work left over from my
predecessor --- a negative person, from what I'd heard about him.
A real ogre. Hated customers, hated fellow employees, loved only
his computer --- and only his computer. He now makes six figures
programming for the Department of Defense. You know --- space
based weapon systems?
So all these inert, dead computers he left behind had owners
who needed them back. Needed them living, working, running their
businesses and doing their taxes. Entertaining their children. And
they would call everyday, begging for their machines back.
Screaming at me! Calling me names! Sucking away all my positive
energy and leaving me dry like a sack of old sticks.
When the music played, however, it was different. Music made
things flow. Music lubricated things, eased frictions, speeded
work. I started catching up.
Janet would walk into the tech room every once in a while
just to watch and smile. Nick would wander back to get away from
the pressures of his job, and stand there listening to the music.
His feet would start tapping, then his head would sway. At one
point he began to mimic playing the drums. When Steve saw this, he
came back and began playing the "air guitar" --- unlike myself,
these guys both had musical backgrounds --- so "air guitars," "air
drums," and jam sessions were part of their everyday lives. It was
inevitable. Inevitable! Steve and Nick jamming, and I'd start to
dance. Janet laughed, thinking this was the greatest thing she'd
ever seen, and I said, "Come on! Dance with me!"
"You guys are crazy!"
"Come on!"
Her grin straightened out. She thought a moment. Then she let
go and we were dancing, dancing, bodies gyrating to that
spring-gone-haywire beat, bouncing and jumping and laughing about
it all. Steve playing that phantom guitar, Nick slamming out that
beat on the tech bench with pencils. Bob, hearing all the
laughter, excused himself from a customer and came back to see
what was happening. His face lit up like a sunny day at the beach.
"Yes!" he said. "Yes! I like it! I like working here." He went

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back to the sales floor and sold a big, fat computer system.
It was energy we were generating, living positive energy. It