November 19, 2007

Grim

It's damn grim in my office today. No one is talking about the layoffs, and no one is talking to me. And in truth, I already feel gone from this place. I'm just marking off time now. Still, it's surreal to sit at lunch with my managing editor and not have any conversation take place — which wouldn't be so out of the ordinary accept for the fact that the silence occuring is not because there is nothing really to talk about, but because there is so much to say that is not being said. We've both been laid off, he and I, but there seems to be some sort of office taboo about talking about it. Whatever.

Happy Birthday Delle! Sorry I couldn't go the special mass that V organized for you and eat red velvet cupcakes and sip tea at Metropolis afterward. I'm sure it was a lovely morning.

The weather is pretty grim today — to fit the mood I guess, but I swear, I didn't order up this grey day with slight face-misting drizzle. It's not too cold, but it's the kind of cold dampness that sinks into the bones of your feet and leaving you chilled throughout. The smoke from my cigarette mingles with the fog and just hangs there, not sure what to become. Boy can I relate.

1 comment:

vegan.mama said...

Yeah, that sucks. I was lucky when I was laid off that I was on disability at the time, so I had to come back for only one day after I found out... I wish you the strength to get through the next three weeks.