Ep 9: The Woman Who Cried Charity
Dear Diary,
I returned to work today, which, surprisingly, did not feel like returning to war, it felt… nice.
I stepped onto our floor and immediately knew something was happening. The atmosphere was wrong, or perhaps right, depending on how one feels about collective excitement before nine in the morning.
People were moving quickly.
Junior staff stood in little groups, whispering, giggling and checking their phones.
Walking past offices with unusual urgency.
Perhaps they had organized a welcome-back surprise. I had been gone for two weeks.
Perhaps they missed me.
Perhaps there was cake.
Perhaps there was a card.
Perhaps…
No. Nobody noticed me, not one person. One analyst brushed past me entirely, another looked directly at me and then immediately looked beyond me.
Interesting.