This is, for sure, the worst of times. A few great people I used to work with are no longer there. I was at once shocked, extremely saddened and relieved, for I was spared. But it wasn’t about me. I sat at my desk doodling on a post-it. I got up. I sat down. I got up. I stood in the bathroom stall, staring blankly, thinking why and crying–for those who didn’t cry and tried to stay strong (like my homie). For those who did. Some are upbeat; some not so much. I listened to Coldplay. Checked CNN. I tried to console. I probably failed. I thought about the world. About this industry. About survival. After work, I spent with another friend who lost her job. We laughed and joked and it was good. Yet all is not good. We’re waiting for the best of times.
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