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Instead, I still wake up at the same time every morning, still go to work, still see cars on the road...it's like nothing happened.
My coworkers are talking about this oil crisis with the same tone and interest as they talked about Anna Nicole last week. I think they are just getting snippits and headlines and they think it's like any other Yahoo News story of the day...worth a glance and a sentence, nothing more. Maybe they are just too busy with the mundane tasks of the day to spend any time wondering what this means.
When my coworker Kim turned to me for comment, I told her I was too busy to talk. We always discuss the latest news blurb, and it's usually a good distraction from paperwork. Last week we were talking about the VA shooting and what it could mean for gun control legislation. But this is so much bigger...I mean this is real and it isn't going to go away when the next hollywood starlet forgets to put on underwear. I want to tell her what I know, but she's basically a friend, and she's 7 months pregnant, and man, I just don't want to worry her. I'm torn because she needs to know, but what if she loses hope? What if all my coworkers knew what I knew? Would we still be sitting here working and chatting, or would we be home with our families and a notebook planning and strategizing and losing our minds from fear? I just can't be the bearer of bad news you know? All I can think is why hasn't someone come out yet to really drive home to Average Joe what is going on and why it's important?
Just when I thought my coworkers were completely in the dark about everything, something changed. Mike and Samantha who sit a few rows away from me started arguing about where to order food from for the meeting tomorrow. Normally this is a quick compromise and the issue is settled. But they just kept getting louder and louder about the relative merits of PF Changs vs Jasons Deli. Kim and I were kind of laughing at first, because it was just absurd. But then the mood changed, Mike and Samantha were taking this way too seriously. It never came to blows, but they had to be broken up. I got this image in my head of cows lined up in the slaughterhouse, breathing in the stench of the spilled blood of their kin. Scared you know, but not really sure why. Sure, no one is admitting even to themselves the possibility that life as they know it is about to end, but I think inside they are feeling that sense of impending doom slowly creeping up.
I wonder how much longer this denial is going to last. I wonder if I should even come to work tomorrow. I wish I could skip the next couple weeks because all this waiting is freaking me out. I don't want to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'd rather know my environment and what to expect.
