Last day of work today.
Not that work didn't stop on the 16th of March.
In fact, it had been starting to melt the beginning of the month.
The saying goes: "We're the Y. We punt."
Each phase started with a sigh, then a hope.
What a difference a day makes.
Service organizations closing until the first of June.
Furloughs for the hourly and paycuts for staff.
Unemployment applications.
So different, and yet not so different.
You expect large changes are, well, large everywhere.
Truthfully they just creep along, like the tide-you just have to wait.
You have those things at home to which you've always said "I'll get to it when..."
When is here, and yet your mind drifts like flotsam. One day motivated, the next-
Wondering.
It feels like a war.
It feels like a reset.
It feels like a break..from?
I recall the day I walked out onto the Main Floor in 2011, just as the helicopters were sending footage of the tsunami from Fukushima. I thought at first it was a trailer for a new apocalyptic film, then felt the slow freezing of my body as I was informed otherwise.
The year before, frozen as we watched San Bruno explode in flame when the gas pipeline failed.
That's a bit how it feels now. Frozen, and yet not. It's like that "I'll get to it when..." no longer has any reason not to get done.
I'm doing...
ReplyDeleteI had two errands to take care of yesterday when i decided i had to go out.
The cord for my phone died and with it, my phone. I also had to deposit a check and pick up meds.
Yesterday was the first day of a greatly reduced bus schedule. 21 of the 38 lines were cut.
So I walked the two miles straight to St. Mary's, rather than walk a mile and a half north to catch a bus, then walk a mile and a half back... duh.
I then walked the mile and a half to catch that aforementioned bus(#1 California) in order to get to the line(#22 Geary)that would take me to the only bank branch the internet said was open.
It was closed, but a worker behind the door told me where to go.
SO, I stopped at Walgreen's to get a charge cord, and got the #22 to go back and take the #1 towards downtown.
As the bus started, the driver announced his last stop was at Jackson-3 blocks from my transfer. So I walked downhill to go downtown.
I asked the driver where i would get off to catch the 1100 block of Post Street. He didn't know.
All three of the other passengers on the bus pulled ot their phones. And several different sets of instructions ensued. People can really be helpful.
I got off at Polk Street, walked 6 blocks downhill, then turned and walked 4 blocks uphill.
Now, mind you, I'm wearing mask, gloves... and sweating up a storm as a result of lack of air flow to the skin. I really need to use a restroom. I stop by a takeout on the way. They look at me and said 'no sick people'... hmmm.
So I endure, and keep walking.
The teller at the bank already knew me from my home branch. The guard was happy to show me to the loo while my cashier's check for the rent was drawn up.
I got out the door of the bank, turned the corner just in time to see I'd missed the #38 Geary. I walked the 7 blocks downhill to catch the #22.
A 49 minute wait?
I then walked the last mile home.
The whole adventure took 4 hours.
Welcome to Russia. Lol.