A few weeks ago I wrote about Blurred Lines and Cabin Fever. I’d like to revisit the same sort of topic/theme. Why? Well, I went to the office today to pick up some supplies and realized how much I miss being in the office.
*gasp* But I thought you liked working from home!? You even said how much you enjoy making hot lunches and having no commute to work.
Let me be clear, I do thoroughly enjoy working from home. There are far too many benefits. Just to name a few: No commute, Pj pants, hot lunch, my cat, my own bathroom, no parking/traffic hassle, no office phone requests, etc…
Here’s what I really miss about working in the office. I miss being able to distinguish when I am working and when I am home relaxing. Often I feel compelled to work earlier or later than my normal working hours. Today, I have felt extra anxious about my work duties vs. home life. I believe this is the first sign that I need a staycation soon.
Perhaps, I’m feeling overworked because the lines are truly blurred as work seems to always be on my mind. I’m sure I can’t be the only one who feels this way or similar. Stay well folks.
Advice– Take some time to yourself to truly disconnect from work. Turn off your email notifications. Go outside. Most of all take care of yourself.
House Arrest has now gone on for a month. Each crevice is cleaned six times over and then once more for good measure. Laundry hung, no more mismatched socks. Everything has a place now even the junk closet I have is organized.
While digging through the treasures buried within I pulled out a dusty tattered box. I opened it up to reveal a worn gold looking instrument. Memories began to flood back to me:
Marching – left, left, left right left; “A yellow bird…”
Halftime shows – nerves shot always, uniform on, hat straight, I’m going to puke
Band Camp: Hot summers, hours of practicing, field shows perfected, on your toes, “This one time at band camp…”
Band Competitions: Kanckle, cheese fries, 9/11, Queen, The Beatles, Endless bus rides
St. Louis trip
Parades – frozen fingers and faces, fair rides
I played the alto and tenor saxophone for 7 years. I wanted to quit after middle school but that would let my amazing teacher down, so I decided to continue through high school. Plus this made moving to a new state, new town semi-easier to make friends. Looking back now, I should have spent more hours practicing to gain more confidence to continue through college.
This old beauty needs to be serviced: new pads, cork, mouth piece, oil, brackets and a good shine will make her good as new. At one point I started to compose a piece but not knowing music theory I felt that it wasn’t good enough so I stopped. I locked her up in her case never to be heard from again.
I only know when it’s Monday and when it’s Friday. The other days tend to be jumbled. If it wasn’t for my calendar being filled with meetings and reminders (Thank Goodness!) for said meetings, I’d be at a loss right about now. My inbox grows daily because what would have been in person conversations have now taken to email.
Fact: Email threads aren’t always fun.
It has been all hands on deck the last few days trying to push out a project which involved way too many hands if you’re asking me but its for a great cause so I shall not gripe too much. Typically what’s supposed to take 4 weeks to prepare for essentially has been done in a matter of 4 days! Long hours plus some time on the weekend to get the project going calls for some interesting time.
Fact: When push comes to shove, the work will get done.
I went back to the Office today to grab some supplies, it was quite nostalgic. Almost like a home away from home feeling. But I think I’m adjusting to working from home, because now I get to use a Yoga ball for a chair (which I’ve wanted to do for a while now). Now in zoom meetings not only will my cat make an appearance but I will be bouncing or trying go maintain my balance. That should keep things interesting. I can’t wait until this pandemic is over so I can finally break some bread with my coworkers again.
The last 24 hours have been something out of a movie. When I stay at home (which I do 90% of the time), its just me. Occasionally I’ll see the neighbors walk their dogs or run around, however they aren’t wearing masks or gloves when doing so.
Yesterday I had to get some milk and eggs as I had ran out. Store shelves are still kinda empty at least for toilet paper and paper towels. Stickers on the floor advising people to keep a safe distance of 6ft at the checkout lanes.
What was more eerie to me was seeing people in face masks and gloves. I’ve seen news articles in the past (pre-covid-19) of cities, in China for example, where people often wear face masks regularly. For this to have gotten here and expand to everyone in public should be wearing protective face masks and gloves was a wake up call.
When I was in the store, I felt a bit out of place — as if I missed the memo. I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t wearing a mask or protective gear, but I still felt like a rebel. Ever since I got back from the store I’ve asked myself should I be wearing a mask?
My mom says I should because I live in a high impact area but she also thinks I should go back home until things calm down. There are only 3 confirmed cases back home meanwhile there are over 1,000 confirmed cases with my area code being the highest hit.
I’m thinking that I just take things one day at a time. I’m sure I can create a makeshift face mask to conceal my face and lowering my chances of getting the virus. I think my biggest fear is infecting my family because I do see them on the weekends.
There’s no place quite like this. Endless woods untouched by humans. Dirt roads are perfect after a rain storm for muddin. The main roads here don’t belong to cars, they are for tractors hauling cattle and hay down yonder.
Every Sunday, church bells call to these small town folk, reminding them that this is God’s country. Family get together’s beside a bonfire watching fire flies light the night. Summer days spent out on the river jumpin’ off boats or cliffs. Fishin, huntin and cruising the back roads are all things that they’ve done a million times.
When Friday Night Lights are on you know where the whole town is. Cheering on their boys as they face long time rival teams. Post game win or lose the town gathers round a local restaurant to fill their sweet cravings.
Some family roots are deeper than a 100-year-old oak tree. Generations worth of farming and huntin’ on these lands. Some members venture out and grow new roots else where but somehow they are always drawn back to their southern roots.
Once you live in a small town and have some ties to the community you’ll never escape the home-town feel when you go back. ‘Round here we look after one another as if you’re one of our kin folk. In times of tragedy/trouble the whole town mourns with one another or pulls together and searches for hope.
This is more than southern hospitality — a community — a family.
With all that has happened in the last month I’d say, we’ve all been faced with a major curve. No, I’m not talking about the COVID-19 slow the curve, I’m referring to the learning curve. We may have lived in a tech savy world but I think now more than ever are we utilizing all of our technology resources to the max and gaining new skills daily.
Before the virus I was managing a call center with a staff of 20 on top of assisting my Director and other team members in the department with their fundraising needs. I was adjusting, monitoring our goals, preparing activities and ensuring that my team was able to obtain their goal by June.
A month ago I had to make the tough call and close my call center until further notice. However, I did give the option to my staff if they wished to work remotely.
Now, I find myself with a staff of 10 and scrambling to figure out exactly how I can provide remote work for them. With every new task, I feel as if I will never see the light at the end of this dark and narrow tunnel. I find myself struggling with being a good leader for my staff because I don’t have answers nor am I able to be there to support them as I feel I should. I must remind myself that we are all in the same boat looking to our leaders for guidance.
I think its amusing that as an adult when I’m stuck, lost or down right confused I look for another adult who appears to have their ducks in a row for advice. I’m 100% certain they too were just like me which reassures me that I’m doing the best that I can with the tools that I have.
Advice: During these crisis moments, no matter how much you second guess yourself just remember you are not alone. I can guarantee you that someone else in this not-so-big world is going or has gone through what you are. We all will get through this.