Semi-Daily Scribbles

I’ve stepped away for a few days, but I’ve found my way back. Hard to ignore the laptop’s black screen and detritus piled high on my desk singing in unison: Hey Ho Lazy Girl. Time to get t’writin’.  Well, sometimes even fleeting thoughts need to recharge.

The lovely month of September has arrived, and with it, change. For my brother Ron, he’s just added another year onto his timeline. I’m marking a year of service at my current place of employment with the special reward of a waffle iron. My colleague, on the other hand, and 999 others were laid off. That maneuver blindsided us all. I’ve felt anxious and less inclined to keep my nose to the grindstone in light of this “right sizing” or “realignment of competencies” or whatever the hell the clever catch phrase is for sacking people’s arses. A sober thought it is knowing I could very well be writing about my job loss. It’s stressful to consider that my neck may be meeting the chopping block come the next go ‘round. September has brought with it a coolness in the breeze, but I wasn’t expecting the air to take on such a cold, bitter quality. My favorite season has been roughed up and tarnished.