Kimberly L. Wright

So I will be on the sidelines this election because I was laid off, along with apparently dozens of others. According to word on the street, it was another massive, companywide blood-letting, people being removed unceremoniously from the premises after years of dedicated work. “Business problems,” it was said.

It was something I’d been worrying about for about a year, so it’s somewhat freeing to be on the other end of it, now that the teeth-gnashing is (hopefully) over. I gnashed my teeth so much this weekend, I got jaw pain.

I have a way forward, I think, some sort of plan. And I am relieved not to have to work the late night I had been scheduled, though I will probably be keeping tabs on the vote count out of habit, ready to celebrate or mourn whenever the AP declares a winner.

We’ll probably be eating out with a coupon, as usual, and enjoying not worrying about the election, while secretly worrying about the election.

My progress on the essay has come to a halt because I haven’t been in the right mental state to deal with it. Maybe tomorrow? Tomorrow is full of possibilities, an unmarked page. I approach it with an open mind.