It’s an odd feeling
After my unexpected lay off from my previous position, I found myself somewhere new.
The first day of my current position started exactly one month after I was let go. It felt great to have a new place to come to and help make things better.
Then, the rumbles and rumors about Covid-19 throughout the office became louder and louder.
Within a month and half of starting this new opportunity, I found myself working from home.
Thankfully, I’ve worked from home in a few other positions in my past. But, after being stuck at home and unemployed, I was looking forward to being in an office again. Yet, here I am looking out the same window, stuck in the same box I was just before I started my current position.
It’s an odd feeling.
I’ve had to separate my work time and my life time. Having a mac for work and my PC for home helps with the switch. Having a desk and a separate room to call “my office” helps with the switch.
Then, I think about all the people who don’t have a space. I think about my Aunt, who got furloughed from the hotel she worked at. I think about my brother-in-law. He was on unemployment, got a job, but now is furloughed, because he’s a hairstylist.
It’s a very odd, contradicting feeling.
Sometimes when I am at my “work space” but more when I’m in my home space, I think about the reason why I am uncomfortable and want to get out of this box but don’t. I think about how my best friend. She works at Costco. One of her coworkers at a store she worked at before, got Covid-19. Her coworker died. That’s why I sit here stir crazy and keep working and keep living in my box.
It’s a tough feeling to handle sometimes.
Just before society went weird, I found out that someone I knew since middle school has cancer. She shaved her head. She just started chemo. Her dad is a military doctor.
I have a friend from college that was a high school teacher. Went to nursing school, stopped teaching, and became a ER nurse just before all this Covid-19 messed the world up.
My Grandma is over 80. My Grandpa is over 80. My Granny, survived getting bombed by Nazi’s in WII and is nearly 80.
It’s hard to stay inside, but not keeping people I know safe would be harder.
With all this extra time not getting ready to go to work, driving to the office and back, and winding down after the day, there is a lot more time to think.
It’s difficult to deal with all these thoughts at times.
One thing I do know from all this, we will all be stronger in the end. We will all have a better idea of what is and isn’t important to us. We will know, who, is important to us. We will all see and appreciate who helped keep things going. No, not the shopping malls or football stars, but the corner stores and grocery stores, the garbage and recycling workers, and the DIY mask creators and designers of rescue respirators.
It’s going to be weird going back to how things after this.
It’s an odd feeling