t's still completely shocking to me, right now, to hear the news that the future I had planned upon is now in serious jeopardy of being lost for good.
I'm not panicking, since my life for the last six months has been nothing anyway. But I am uneasy and each hour seems to add to an accumulating total of frustration.
The prospect of searching for new jobs is frightening. The uncertainty of what steps are to come for my company as unsettling.
And more than anything, there is a grim realization that I've spent six months waiting for nothing to happen. That in the end, after all the hurrying and forms and waiting and sacrifices, it amounts to a denial by a man behind a desk who could care less whether I have a job or not.
It doesn't help that it's dark now, all the time. Dark, dark, dark. And now where can I go?