While we are working from home, they have moved up all the deadlines 90 days…due to the COVID…this after laying off 33 of 44 people..we are slammed…7 days a week. Then i am shopping & getting prescriptions every other day (at best) for my elderly parents & in-laws. So I would gladly take some of that “nothing has happened”….
I hate it. With the passion of a thousand burning suns, I hate it.
I get up in the morning. Plod downstairs to make some coffee. My five year old waits for me, babbling at me with incoherent demands. I make her breakfast, get her assignments for the hour (she’s five, can stick to relatively unsupervised structure for about that long before it unravels) and plod upstairs to my home office where I sit and work for about 55 minutes, before plodding back downstairs to give her the next hour of assignments.
Back upstairs.
At some point my wife gets up, trudges wordlessly to another bedroom she’s claimed for her home office. She’ll stay in there hours at a time, emerging for another hour of assignments maybe. By lunch we’ve given up, handed our daughter an ipad and told her to knock herself out.
After the same sandwich I eat for lunch every day, I walk the dog. He’s 12 and hates it. But I go as long as I can before he basically gives up.
Today is Friday. That’s store day. I get to go and pick through the debris at Safeway to see what I can get. After six weeks of sheltering in place, its the highlight of my week.
The weekend is more of the same. Sitting around, staring at screens, waiting for this to be over. Our home feels like a prison. A very nice prison, chock full of everything ACTUAL prisoners would love, but a prison nonetheless.
In March, my mother back in Ireland died. I couldn’t fly back for the funeral.
Two days ago, my wife’s father passed away. For the last seven weeks, she couldn’t even give him a hug. There will be no funeral. At best a Zoom memorial.
VictoryRider over 4 years ago
At least the days are somewhat different if you hate it one day then love it the next.
namleht over 4 years ago
While we are working from home, they have moved up all the deadlines 90 days…due to the COVID…this after laying off 33 of 44 people..we are slammed…7 days a week. Then i am shopping & getting prescriptions every other day (at best) for my elderly parents & in-laws. So I would gladly take some of that “nothing has happened”….
Mighty Phavahg over 4 years ago
The caption reflects what retirement is like if you’re not mentally prepared for it. I’m busy all the time.
Mostly Water Premium Member over 4 years ago
The heart was never much good at temporal perspective.
josh_bisbee over 4 years ago
I caught COVID and had to self-quarantine. I can return to work Thursday, if everything goes well.
Ubermick over 4 years ago
I hate it. With the passion of a thousand burning suns, I hate it.
I get up in the morning. Plod downstairs to make some coffee. My five year old waits for me, babbling at me with incoherent demands. I make her breakfast, get her assignments for the hour (she’s five, can stick to relatively unsupervised structure for about that long before it unravels) and plod upstairs to my home office where I sit and work for about 55 minutes, before plodding back downstairs to give her the next hour of assignments.
Back upstairs.
At some point my wife gets up, trudges wordlessly to another bedroom she’s claimed for her home office. She’ll stay in there hours at a time, emerging for another hour of assignments maybe. By lunch we’ve given up, handed our daughter an ipad and told her to knock herself out.
After the same sandwich I eat for lunch every day, I walk the dog. He’s 12 and hates it. But I go as long as I can before he basically gives up.
Today is Friday. That’s store day. I get to go and pick through the debris at Safeway to see what I can get. After six weeks of sheltering in place, its the highlight of my week.
The weekend is more of the same. Sitting around, staring at screens, waiting for this to be over. Our home feels like a prison. A very nice prison, chock full of everything ACTUAL prisoners would love, but a prison nonetheless.
In March, my mother back in Ireland died. I couldn’t fly back for the funeral.
Two days ago, my wife’s father passed away. For the last seven weeks, she couldn’t even give him a hug. There will be no funeral. At best a Zoom memorial.
F**k this virus.
6turtle9 over 4 years ago
Interesting how prison has very little to do with whether or not there are bars on the window.