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through each day. The marketing team has come up with the super clever—not!—term ‘Countdown to Lockdown’ , so a lot of my effort is going towards not having a meltdown every time I see the days ticking down. I might not be contributing a lot work-wise, but that doesn’t seem to matter. Especially not now that I’m the face of it all.
Jamie made the quite frankly mad decision to use my face when reporting the news. Apparently it’s to give the story a human element, without showing any victims and gore. This is particularly useful at times of the day when children might be watching the television. Thankfully, he let me pose for a new photo, which has replaced the hideous one used before. I even had proper makeup and my hair done by professionals. I’m sure, in my normal state of mind, I’d have been terribly excited about the whole thing.
It’s ironic that all I wanted was a decent career and to be someone important. Doesn’t everyone dream of making an impact on the planet in some small way? That dream has pretty much come true for me, and I’m the most miserable I’ve ever been. I guess I can’t enjoy even a single moment of it because I’m just waiting for it all to come back around and bite me on the arse.
At moments when I particularly loathe myself, I look up online reactions to the news story. It doesn’t escape my notice that #AM13 is now trending on every social media website. Although the stories linked to it are much more focused on the Lockdown and the implications of that than on the virus. I’m glad about this—at least this proves it’s only the online nutters and the people that have a bank balance depending on it that are showing any real belief in it.
The promise of extra money has everyone here in a fantastic mood—they’re all working harder than ever before. I’m sure Jamie is riding this wave of positive thinking as much as he can, knowing the following weeks are going to be tough. I occasionally plaster a fake smile on my face just to fit in, but really I’m on a knife edge.
I keep my opinions to myself. I don’t even discuss them with Michelle. Every now and again, someone will yell out a positive story about us online for everyone else to hear. They never seem to mention the negative ones I keep seeing, but then again, bringing morale down won’t do anyone any favours right now.
Today, we are focusing our news show on new science research from Mexico containing theories as to why this has happened, and how it’s been allowed to get so out of control. I can’t help but think this sounds more like scare tactics than anything else. As far as I know, not one person has seen a real victim or attack, so how this is ‘out of control’ yet is beyond me. We must have used up every resource and angle for signs to look out for over the last few days, so are trying something new to keep it fresh and exciting.
As we draw nearer to the Lockdown date, the plans get more complex and involved. I keep expecting it to be cancelled. I’m still waiting for it all to fall apart. It’s almost as if I’m sucking in a breath and I can’t let it out until all of this has finished.
Just a few more days to hold it together. Just a few more days until one way or another, I’ll have a conclusion. Right now, whatever the outcome is, it’s got to be better than all of this damn waiting.
Chapter
Eleven
More days pass in a blur. I feel as if I’ve been shoved in the middle of one of those film scenes where I simply sit in my desk chair, motionless, while everyone else whizzes around me, chatting animatedly and busily sorting everything out. I’m dizzy with it all. The announcements have been coming in thick and fast, and we’re always the first ones to receive them, which I find terrifying. Maybe I should be excited by it all, but I’m still numb. I can’t remember the last time I really felt anything.
“Don’t forget to register for food
Jamie made the quite frankly mad decision to use my face when reporting the news. Apparently it’s to give the story a human element, without showing any victims and gore. This is particularly useful at times of the day when children might be watching the television. Thankfully, he let me pose for a new photo, which has replaced the hideous one used before. I even had proper makeup and my hair done by professionals. I’m sure, in my normal state of mind, I’d have been terribly excited about the whole thing.
It’s ironic that all I wanted was a decent career and to be someone important. Doesn’t everyone dream of making an impact on the planet in some small way? That dream has pretty much come true for me, and I’m the most miserable I’ve ever been. I guess I can’t enjoy even a single moment of it because I’m just waiting for it all to come back around and bite me on the arse.
At moments when I particularly loathe myself, I look up online reactions to the news story. It doesn’t escape my notice that #AM13 is now trending on every social media website. Although the stories linked to it are much more focused on the Lockdown and the implications of that than on the virus. I’m glad about this—at least this proves it’s only the online nutters and the people that have a bank balance depending on it that are showing any real belief in it.
The promise of extra money has everyone here in a fantastic mood—they’re all working harder than ever before. I’m sure Jamie is riding this wave of positive thinking as much as he can, knowing the following weeks are going to be tough. I occasionally plaster a fake smile on my face just to fit in, but really I’m on a knife edge.
I keep my opinions to myself. I don’t even discuss them with Michelle. Every now and again, someone will yell out a positive story about us online for everyone else to hear. They never seem to mention the negative ones I keep seeing, but then again, bringing morale down won’t do anyone any favours right now.
Today, we are focusing our news show on new science research from Mexico containing theories as to why this has happened, and how it’s been allowed to get so out of control. I can’t help but think this sounds more like scare tactics than anything else. As far as I know, not one person has seen a real victim or attack, so how this is ‘out of control’ yet is beyond me. We must have used up every resource and angle for signs to look out for over the last few days, so are trying something new to keep it fresh and exciting.
As we draw nearer to the Lockdown date, the plans get more complex and involved. I keep expecting it to be cancelled. I’m still waiting for it all to fall apart. It’s almost as if I’m sucking in a breath and I can’t let it out until all of this has finished.
Just a few more days to hold it together. Just a few more days until one way or another, I’ll have a conclusion. Right now, whatever the outcome is, it’s got to be better than all of this damn waiting.
Chapter
Eleven
More days pass in a blur. I feel as if I’ve been shoved in the middle of one of those film scenes where I simply sit in my desk chair, motionless, while everyone else whizzes around me, chatting animatedly and busily sorting everything out. I’m dizzy with it all. The announcements have been coming in thick and fast, and we’re always the first ones to receive them, which I find terrifying. Maybe I should be excited by it all, but I’m still numb. I can’t remember the last time I really felt anything.
“Don’t forget to register for food
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