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How's It Carona-ing? in These Foolish Things

  • March 16, 2020, 6:59 p.m.
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How to even document this? I guess I’ll just start right here.

At the end of last work week, my company announced that it would be going to a 50/50 work from home schedule. What that means is that half of the corporate office will work from home one week while the other half goes into the office and vice versa. Today is Day 1 and I’m on the Work from Home list this week.

I just wonder what’s going to happen in the coming weeks. Will we really be coming in next week? And if we do…will I even want to TOUCH anything? I’d legitimately be coming in to work on samples coming in from China. And if that is the case…like, do I even unpack the boxes? I mean, what the hell? I suppose that any packages received today (and I already know I received some because of emails coming in from the people who are working at the office today) should be safe by next Monday, but still…it’s the creep factor.

So here I am at home, working on two laptops. One is my work laptop, where I’m trying to conduct business. And the other is my personal laptop, where I’m tapping this out and keeping an eye on the news.

My sweet Martini dog can sense anxiety, and her little nerves are SO on edge. I am so sorry to do this to her. In an effort to keep some normalcy, I took her for a nice long walk this morning, but I actually kind of felt guilty for doing that. I mean, do I need to remain indoors at ALL TIMES? How is this going to play out?

Regardless, walking gives us both comfort. It was one of the things that physically AND mentally got me through my injury last year, and I feel like it’s going to play a big role in healing from this. I just hope it’s okay to walk outside every once in a while - especially since sunshine and warmer weather can only help in this dilemma, not only for our physical health, but for our mental health.

We can do this. I know it. We all just really need to play nice. Right now I feel some comfort in my own apartment. I’m hoping that we Americans can keep our shit together. I know it’s not easy, but we have to.

So far, mom and dad seem to be doing okay staying away from things, although my dad is going to the doctor today to see about his lingering cough. He’s had it for a while now and it’s concerning. I told him last night that he’d need to get a COVID test and he said NO, there aren’t any. Well, I don’t know if that’s the case anymore. We’ll see. I’m curious to see what they say at the doc’s office. He’s 81, y’all. And not doing great. I am begging him to stay safe!

Over the weekend I did a lot of walking around to see what was going on, of course, staying far enough away from folks (though I did get a mani/pedi…perhaps not the smartest thing in the whole wide world, so I’m sorry if that upsets. I’m not sure if I was right or wrong about it, though we were super, duper cautious during the process).

The city’s big St. Patrick’s Day parade was canceled, so on my way home from the salon, I decided to take a drive down the canceled parade route and you know what? The revelers were still out in droves, in fact, they were spilling out into the streets, the bars were so crowded! I was kind of blown away, but then not.

What I WAS blown away by was by T&D, I think he’s the last guy I went out with and he was the one who ended up with the wrong idea at my place after a few too many martinis. You guys. This man is 52 years old and he had JUST come back from a business trip on Friday night (which blew my mind that he was even traveling) and tried both Friday AND Saturday to come over to “cuddle”.

He literally asked me via text on Saturday night if I was “out and about having a few drinks” and I answered simply, “No. Social distancing.”

So then he called me and asked me if he could come over!!!

He then proceeded to tell me that we’ve already HAD the virus (we both had flu-like illnesses that were unlike any other flu we’ve ever had - mine was major, major coughing, fever and massive fatigue - so bad I couldn’t get out of bed for a couple of days!).

Now. Maybe we’ve both had it, maybe we haven’t. There’s NO WAY OF KNOWING! And the fact that he would risk it for a little snuggle-wuggle is actually quite infuriating. It makes me know that there are fucking assenine folks running rampant out there who give not ONE iotoa of a shit about their fellow human beings.

And to think, I thought he was smart. ALSO, he’s in the DEFENSE INDUSTRY.

THIS is what we have protecting our country!

Ugh. I’m getting upset right now. I better go get some more work done.

Until later when I’m feeling it again.

Stay safe my loves,
GS


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