November 03, 2004
So I watched Kerry's speech this afternoon. I'd planned to watch on the web or listen to NPR but one of my coworkers had a small television. We crammed into her office. I sat on the floor, holding my head.
I'm pretty sure everyone else in the department is Republican, but they're nice people. I like them a lot. I like them even more for not gloating and rubbing this in my face.
I tried not to cry, but I did. The leaky-eye kind of crying, not the hiccupy-hyperventilating-choking sobbing. I had steeled myself, after all, hoping against hope that I'd be wrong. That's the thing about being a pessimist - you're never disappointed. Still, I would rather not have been emotional in front of my boss and my coworkers, even though we're a close-knit department.
For all that I wished I could've been passionate about Kerry, I didn't wish this moment on him either. Even Sunshine Edwards couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes. Damn it, leaky eyes again....
If the rest of my department watched Bush's speech, they were kind enough not to invite me.