All by Myself

Posted Sep 19, 2013 by 0 Comments

Do you hear that sound? It’s the sound of every WND employee in another country and me, the lonely graphic designer, alone at the office. If you can’t imagine what that sounds like, it’s probably because you’ve never been abandoned by all of your co-workers at once. Since there’s a chance you’ve never experienced the crushing loneliness that comes with being a stay-at-home employee while your colleagues are off adventuring in who-knows-where, I’ll tell you what it sounds like.

It sounds like me singing Taylor Swift karaoke at the top of my lungs in an empty room. I’m thankful for the practice time that probably wouldn’t go over so well in an office full of people, but I could use some constructive feedback.

It sounds like zero people laughing at my jokes. So much comedy goes to waste when everyone’s gone, which is the opposite of what happens when they’re here. (Uproarious laughter. “Oh, Tara, you’re the funniest!” That kind of thing.)

It sounds like a conversation with a squirrel who’s become my only friend in times of need. He hangs out on the fence outside my window and knows all my secrets. I even let him in the office from time to time. Besties!

It sounds like my self-pity playlist of slow jams. “All By Myself” by Celine Dion. “It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye” by Boyz II Men. “Against All Odds” by Phil Collins. “Missing You Now” by Michael Bolton & Kenny G. You get the point.

It sounds like there are children in the basement. No, really. There’s a spot on the floor next to my desk that, when given the right amount of pressure, creaks in such a way that makes me believe tiny voices are coming through the vent. You’re right. It IS terrifying.

It sounds like typing. Like the printer, mailman, air conditioner, microwave, toilet, and all the other white noise that usually gets drowned out by the sound of human voices and activity. It’s enough to make me go crazy, which is more than likely what has happened.

The truth is, I desperately miss my co-workers when they’re gone. I know they’re off “gathering content for the magazine” and “fulfilling our mission,” but what about me? Seriously, guys. Come home soon. I’ll sing you so many Taylor Swift songs. I’ve been practicing.

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About the Author: Tara is World Next Door's graphic designer. Before joining the WND team, she was a middle school teacher in Nashville, TN and a visual journalist in Asbury Park, NJ. When Tara's not designing, she's usually crafting or playing with her dog, Gretta, and there's a 100% chance that she's dancing and/or giggling right now.

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