It’s not easy for me to do something weekly, and it’s even harder for me to do something daily. For the first time in a few months, I had a week off from shifts, and that’s not a coincidence that I managed to do something daily. It’s probably why I am doing this “weekly” task that I haven’t done for a few weeks!
Today I am proud to report that I have run 3K every day. It’s also worth saying that I didn’t plant my garden yet, and I am not sure that I am not overeating for the few calories extra that I am burning. But it was a little more fun, and I was a little less stiff today. It was tough getting through those first 5 runs, but a fun run with a friend who hadn’t run at all yesterday, and a brother who is running circles around me linked to me by technology on my wrist made it a little easier. Now I am back into shifts, so it’s going to be tougher to come home and do it after a long day, but I am pumped and excited not to break the chain.
In other thoughts, I am in a good place. I was using a food processor to make energy balls this week. It was a wedding present from a friend, now deceased, who had also bought me the only 4 red wine glasses I possess. I am down to one, but one is enough during Covid, and I was laughing when I realized that those two gifts from a friend were more use to me than anything my husband did in 13 years of marriage!
I was also grateful for caution. One of our colleagues had just decided to retire. I was glad, because I could see that the department was getting to him, but he died on his first day of vacation, just a month shy of his last day at work. I went to the funeral, and was wearing a mask, because I didn’t want anyone to be uncomfortable. I managed not to shake hands, but I was offered more than one. Most people weren’t wearing masks, and in the emotion of it, I realized that I was not used to showing my face anymore, and was happy to hide behind it on this occasion.
When the announcement came today that someone tested positive, I had no regrets. Well, maybe that I couldn’t call in sick tomorrow. But sick call is for sissies. I have only had to use it on three occasions in 22 years. Although I would have liked for someone to have my back when I lost my voice, and gone to my grandmas funerals. Such is the dark side of such a code of conduct. We are trying to make it more normal to call in sick, but we still have so little redundancy that it’s still very difficult. Being a unionized unit agent about to retire doesn’t protect you fully either. So take whatever is given to you (unless you are one of those people who know you don’t deserve your jobs’ perks), and, for most of us, find ways to build a life in between work, because no one has a guarantee that they will be given it after.
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