mother and then she let some arrows fly at him and then the rest of us again, hitting the target every time until everyone left the table, forgoing the annual Christmas cake and fireside chats and everything else we usually do after dinner. Sandra went back out on the town with her friends, Angie took Tabby for a drive to look around at all the Christmas lights, and I proceeded to go to my room and get in bed, much like I would have done as a teenager.
It’s funny how you so desperately try to have an adult relationship with your parents but after a while you all revert back to the way you used to be. Here, in this house, I’m back to being a teen again, feeling worthless and insecure and dreaming so big for something wonderful to happen to me, something to take the pain away and erase all the years of shit that I had to go through.
I’m full of hope yet feeling unseen. I want more but I don’t know of what and I don’t know how to get it. I feel as lost and alone as I’ve ever felt.
Which gets me to thinking of my sisters as I fall asleep, wondering if I’ll ever get to know them as individuals and adults instead of falling back into our old roles.
Once again, I wish I were going with them on their trip.
Once again, I wish I wasn’t going to be left behind.
The next morning I wake up early. That’s what happens when you go to bed at nine p.m.
But I’m not the only one up at this dark hour.
My phone is buzzing incessantly.
I roll over in bed, nearly falling off, and pick it up.
For a moment I think it’s Cole, and for a moment I realize that’s all I really want. For him to change his mind. For me to have a reason to go back to him and not look like a fool. I miss him so damn much, even though I shouldn’t.
But it’s actually Denny, my co-worker, and he’s on a rampage. I have to keep scrolling back through all the texts because they keep coming in, rapid fire.
Hey, have you heard anything about Upward and layoffs?
Not wanting to scare you or anything but srsly do you know anything?
K I’m hearing stuff on Twitter about layoffs that are coming.
I’m FREAKING THE FUCK OUT VAL WHERE ARE YOU?
Yup I’m just looking again and Meredith is tweeting some shit about leaving?!
AHHHH ANSWER ME YOU BITCH.
OH MY GOD CHECK YOUR EMAIL.
From the first text I stopped breathing, and I fear my heart is now permanently lodged in my throat. I don’t even want to make sense of what he’s talking about because to make sense is to wrap my head around…
Layoffs?
From Upward?
As in my job?
Oh my god.
VAL VAL VAL DID YOU GET IT? ARE YOU DUNZO TOO?
I haven’t even responded. I can’t.
I immediately go to my work emails and there I see it.
A subject line from the CEO—Massive Layoffs.
I didn’t even think this was how things were done now but there you have it. What did Angie say about the future of journalism again?
With shaking hands, I click on the email and read, but the words just sort of come at me without sinking in.
Then I do what Denny suggested and check Twitter, specifically Meredith’s account, our editor-in-chief.
Her tweet says: This morning almost my entire team at Upward was laid off. I resigned. This talented and dedicated group of reporters and editors are now looking for work, so if you’re hiring and want introductions, DM me please.
I’m then sucked into a Twitter rabbit hole, learning that the CEO also resigned, finding out more information as other organizations pick up the story and start reporting on who was laid off.
I see my name, Valerie Stephens-Arts & Entertainment Reporter, and it makes me wonder why they even sent an email at all when things travel so fast and viral and so very publicly.
The speculation has already started on why forty of us were let go. Apparently, the owner of Up Media Group wants us to concentrate more on videos and ad content instead of the written word, something that hasn’t been officially confirmed yet but seems to be the consensus.
It doesn’t matter anyway.
I’m out of a job.
I lost my dream job.
I lost my fiancé, my home, and my job within the span of a week.
If this isn’t my life officially crumbling around me now and the universe telling