I work from home four days a week now. The library provided me a laptop and a wifi hotspot to use for my WFH space.
I “re-purposed” Prince Charming’s “HAM Shack” to be my new office. It broke my heart to dismantle all his ham radio equipment but I feel at peace here. Even though I’m in the basement (and it’s chilly and dark in the basement), it’s a comforting place that will probably be my new “craft” space when this coronavirus crisis is over. The big monitor is the monitor that Prince Charming used with his ham radio stuff and I’ll probably use it with my laptop too!
There are still a lot of unknowns about this situation and stuff that I have to get used to but (so far) it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.
My little part of Ohio is shut down for the forseeable future.
No movie theatres. No shopping . . . unless it’s for groceries. No eating out. No sports. Lots of stuff shut down, postponed, cancelled . . .
Starting next week, I’m working from home two days a week and working a 4 hour shift at work . . .
I’m looking forward to spending a lot of quality time with Millie and Rocky . . . Millie and Rocky are pretty excited about it . . . I’m excited about it too . .
Since I’ll have all this time on my hands and I need to keep Millie busy while I attempt to get some work done . . . I promised her that she could do some guest blog posting . . . she’s so excited that she’s chasing Rocky through the house . . . I’m probably gonna regret this.
The Coronavirus has hit my little part of Ohio . . . almost everything is shut down . . . starting to look like a ghost town around here . . . and not a roll of TP or a can of vegetables to be found anywhere . . .
I’m fine . . . my family is fine . . . I have plenty of supplies to last a couple of weeks. Yes, I was caught a little unprepared and I swear I can hear Prince Charming’s laughing at me for not taking his “prep for anything” lectures seriously. Right now my biggest worry (besides worrying that my mom might get sick) is “will I have enough green beans to feed Millie?” and “why the heck can’t I find any canned green beans anywhere?” . . .
The Public Library where I work has closed until early April. Once the schools closed, the kids were coming into the library to hang out during the day. And since we couldn’t keep the kids away . . . and since we have several staff members who are part of the “high risk” group . . . the Director decided it was best to “shut ‘er down”.
Even though the library is closed to the public, there is still work that can be done and most of the staff will be able to work partial hours at full pay during the shut down. I work in the business office and was offered the opportunity to work from home. For the next couple of weeks, I have to work four 4 hour shifts. Two days a week at home, and two days a week at the office . . . I won’t have to work on Fridays!! The library provided a laptop and a mobile hotspot to use as an internet connection . . . I just needed to find a spot to convert into an “office” for the duration . . .
So that’s what I did today . . . converted Prince Charming’s “Ham Shack” in the basement into my new “office” . . . and it broke my heart to tear apart all his ham radio equipment and put it away someplace safe . . . because . . .
And now that I have an organized work space . . . I need to clear out the clutter in the rest of the basement . . . and maybe tackle the spring cleaning . . . and . . . and . . . and
If nothing else, it’s going to be interesting . . .
I survived The Haigs with very little incident . . .
Haig 1 realized he’d over stepped his bounds and made himself scarce for the rest of the week that The Director and The Fiscal Officer were gone. Although he did cruise the hallway in the Admin Wing pretty frequently he never ventured into The Business Office again . . .
Haig 2 was sick the first two days of the week and kept to her own office when she was at work because we told her we didn’t want her germs . . .
Life was good . . .
End of Month processing went smoothly . . .
Preparations for the upcoming State Audit have been relatively uneventful . . .
Then . . . the shit hit the fan . . .
Coronavirus hysteria hit my little part of Ohio . . . it hit the entire state . . . and ALL the Haigs are expressing opinions. . . spreading rumors . . . stirring the pot and causing chaos. Life is not good . . .
I am safe. I have plenty of food, water and necessities for the next couple of weeks. My family is safe and they’re all healthy. There are no reported cases in my little county. Just about every library in the state has closed or will be by the first part of next week. The Director is trying to balance the best interest of the patrons and the best interests of the staff . . . and it’s not a job for the faint of heart . . . right now it’s more a matter of “when” we will close and not “if” we will close . . .
Right now my biggest concern is keeping my regular level of every day anxiety from flying off the charts with the “what if” scenarios and “am I prepared enough” second guessing discussions with myself . . .
I’m half tempted to tell the fates “I’ve been through way worse than this . . . is this all you’ve got?” but I know better . . .
I work at the local public library . . . I’m an Account Clerk in the Business Office. I process all the accounts receivables and book invoices. It’s a lovely job and I enjoy it immensely.
Especially the people watching opportunities . . . sometimes it’s the patrons that amuse me . . . most of the time, though, it’s my co-workers . . . especially the “power struggle” that always happens whenever the Library Director and the Fiscal Officer are out of the building at the same time . . . because there are certain supervisors who like to think they are “in charge” during their absence and the shenanigans are hilarious . . . .
We call it them the Alexander Haigs of the Library . . . you know how Alexander Haig tried to assure everyone that he was in charge when Reagan was in the hospital following the assassination attempt? Yea, that’s pretty much what happens every time the Director and Fiscal Officer are out of the office at the same time . . .
I told you that story to tell you this story . . . the Director and the Fiscal Officer will be attending a conference in Nashville next week . . . and before he left, the Director warned me and my business office cohort to be aware of the upcoming shenanigans and to keep him posted if the shenanigans got out of hand. I’ve been in the Business Office for a year and a half and have seen the shenanigans first hand and know what to expect. It’s annoyingly hilarious and oh so much fun to watch the Haigs try to out-Haig each other. My poor cohort has only been in the business office for about six months and has no idea what to expect . . . and thought that the Director and I were kidding her about what was going to happen . . . until she saw the first bit of shenanigans today . . .
Haig #1 sticking their nose in where it doesn’t belong and trying to figure out why my cohort handled a situation the way she did . . . and realizing that his input wasn’t needed or helpful . . .
Haig #2 casually “stopping by” the Business Office at 5:01 pm (“oh is it that late already?”) to discuss a purchasing question with my cohort . . . “oh we can talk about it on Monday!” when we both knew that she was making sure we hadn’t left early . . .
It’s going to be a long week . . . funny as heck . . . but annoying . . . and really long . . .
Without a doubt, those are some of the most hurtful words I’ve ever heard.
I ended a 40 year friendship because of that remark.
Hearing my XH say those words to me marked the beginning of the end of our marriage.
And today I heard them from a co-worker. From the last person I ever thought would say such a thing. From someone who should know better than to say something like that to a co-worker. From the HR Director.
It may have been an off-hand comment with no intention to be mean and hurtful.
But it hurt.
And it seemed mean.
She didn’t know if I was “childless by choice”
She didn’t know if I struggled with infertility and was unable to get pregnant.
She didn’t know if I was able to get pregnant but not carry a baby to term.
She didn’t know if I was able to carry a baby to term but there were complications and the baby didn’t survive.
All she knows is “No, I don’t have children” and she used that information against me to prove a point in a senseless debate that she probably won’t remember tomorrow.
But I’ll remember that conversation for a long time. And it will affect me for a long time. And it will color my relationship and all my future interactions with her and will limit what kind of personal information I choose to share with her and, possibly, other co-workers.
And that will make me seem “standoffish” and “cold” and she’ll never understand why . . .