I should be really happy today. I’m thrilled to death about our President-Elect, and my future boss called me today and said she wants to hire me (we now just need to work out the money and the transfer details). I mean, come on, Obama and a new job in less than 24 hours? I would do a happy dance, but I think we all know how i feel about dancing. But there are a couple of things that are keeping me firmly entrenched on the ground: the passage of Prop 8, which will ban gay marriage in CA; and Doris.
I have gay friends who have gotten married in the last couple of months. And it just kills me that a bunch of yahoos in my own state feel as if they have to “protect” marriage. What in the hell are they afraid of? I mean, I can respect your belief that marriage should be between a man and a woman. Good. If that is your belief then if you’re a man, don’t marry a man, and if you’re a woman, don’t marry a woman. Just like with abortion. If you don’t believe in abortion, don’t have one! I mean, I’m a vegetarian. I have strong beliefs about eating meat. But am I going to say no one can eat meat? No, I am free to not eat meat, as you are free to eat a whole damn cow and the pig it rode in on if you so choose.
Anyway, the passage of Prop 8 makes me sad. I’m sad that 52% of my fellow Californians are so fearful or just downright bigoted. I’m sad that my friends’ marriages are threatened (and I mean, truly threatened, as in annulled. Not threatened as ‘all those gays are going to take the good wedding venues and run up the prices for catering and flourists’). I’m sad that my friend who just wants to meet a nice girl and settle down and get married may not have that chance here in her home state. I’m sad that my friends don’t have the same rights that I do.
The other thing that is getting me down is Doris. I made the mistake of telling Doris about my job offer. Now, I’m working at home all this week because I was supposed to be on vacation, but a colleague got called into jury duty, so I was told I had to work, which pissed me off to no end. But, at least he agreed to let me work from home. Anyway . . . so rather than letting me do some puttering around the house between work tasks, Doris is IMing me every few minutes to tell me how depressed she is that I will be leaving. Sigh. Yes, Doris it is all about you. And thank you so much for making me feel guilty about leaving. Way to be supportive, old girl.
But, back to the happy part. For myself, I feel like I’m waking up from an eight year long nightmare. I actually can feel this weird feeling that, if I recall correctly, is called hope.