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deemoyzaLife gets in the way of writing, sometimes. A few appointments and errands, some video games and movies, and just daily living, and suddenly, a week has passed. I'm starting to wonder if time will ever feel normal again.
In other news, I'm headed back to work on the 15th of next month. While my mother's doctor recommended I stay home until the end of the year, if possible, HR made it clear that my particular situation of caring for someone at an elevated risk would only qualify me for two more weeks of paid leave (while homeschooling a kid qualifies an employee for 12 weeks additional paid leave. I don't get why there's such a difference; it's not like my mother won't still be 80 years old and diabetic in two weeks). While I am grateful that they've kept me on paid administrative leave this long, I can't wrap my head around this logic. Oh, well.
The building I work in has been taking precautions, such as limiting open hours, access, and availability (my work area is still closed, which makes me wonder exactly what I'm supposed to be doing there); scheduling the start of our shift very close to closing time; and providing us with disposable masks along with our regular PPE, so I'm not much more concerned than usual about contracting anything and bringing it home (though it will always be a worry in the back of my mind, at least until a vaccine is available).
I am less than thrilled with our temporary schedule, however, which ends at 2 AM. I hate being on the road at that hour, and the nightly dash from my car to my apartment should be a fun exercise in speed and adrenaline. :/
But, looking on the bright side, being in a nearly empty and blissfully quiet building for a few hours will give me a break from my neighbors' bass-boosted car stereos, and getting back to busy work means getting back to daydreaming without distractions. I am actually more creative and productive when I'm working, as ideas tend to percolate while I'm wiping down furniture or scrubbing floors; I just jot down them down on my phone or a scrap of paper towel, and develop them once I'm home and rested.
I have been hoping to get back into some routine, and I suppose once I get the first week or two under my belt, it won't feel so scary or unusual anymore.
And one more bonus: we're heading into the holiday season! Which means I won't actually be at work so much until the start of next year.
So, progress, and baby steps back toward normal.
In other news, I'm headed back to work on the 15th of next month. While my mother's doctor recommended I stay home until the end of the year, if possible, HR made it clear that my particular situation of caring for someone at an elevated risk would only qualify me for two more weeks of paid leave (while homeschooling a kid qualifies an employee for 12 weeks additional paid leave. I don't get why there's such a difference; it's not like my mother won't still be 80 years old and diabetic in two weeks). While I am grateful that they've kept me on paid administrative leave this long, I can't wrap my head around this logic. Oh, well.
The building I work in has been taking precautions, such as limiting open hours, access, and availability (my work area is still closed, which makes me wonder exactly what I'm supposed to be doing there); scheduling the start of our shift very close to closing time; and providing us with disposable masks along with our regular PPE, so I'm not much more concerned than usual about contracting anything and bringing it home (though it will always be a worry in the back of my mind, at least until a vaccine is available).
I am less than thrilled with our temporary schedule, however, which ends at 2 AM. I hate being on the road at that hour, and the nightly dash from my car to my apartment should be a fun exercise in speed and adrenaline. :/
But, looking on the bright side, being in a nearly empty and blissfully quiet building for a few hours will give me a break from my neighbors' bass-boosted car stereos, and getting back to busy work means getting back to daydreaming without distractions. I am actually more creative and productive when I'm working, as ideas tend to percolate while I'm wiping down furniture or scrubbing floors; I just jot down them down on my phone or a scrap of paper towel, and develop them once I'm home and rested.
I have been hoping to get back into some routine, and I suppose once I get the first week or two under my belt, it won't feel so scary or unusual anymore.
And one more bonus: we're heading into the holiday season! Which means I won't actually be at work so much until the start of next year.
So, progress, and baby steps back toward normal.
