O my America

I did mean to be quietly yet insufferably smug at my all-Republican coworkers today. I meant to be, but I wasn't. It turns out that I was busy: unexpected (and inexplicable) IT issues seriously cut into my time today, and since Wednesday is normally my busy day anyway, it meant that I spent all day just scrambling to finish what absolutely had to be finished today, and putting everything else (including the printer that I spent two hours this morning spinning my wheels over) off until tomorrow. Which will also, as a result, be busy.

I was busy, then, but also. I was plowing my way through the pile of stuff on my desk when I heard one of my coworkers (you might remember him as CoworkerR from yesterday) asking the receptionist whether I'd been gloating today. I didn't hear the rest of the conversation, just kept on working with my headphones on, but it occurred to me then that I didn't particularly want to gloat. I was just happy, and didn't want to spoil that happiness by talking to people who think my opinions are stupid at best and dangerous at worst. I wanted to savor last night with someone who shared my views, wanted to talk to someone who got misty-eyed at the victory speech, wanted to stay happy for as long as I could, wanted to put off the inevitable return to anxiety and frustration for as long as possible. I was at work, though, so I kept my head down. And at random times during the day I would realize that I was smiling, a big goofy God-can-you-believe-it smile.

It's indescribably good to be smiling over politics. It's been a while.