Living in the time of pandemic: COVID-19 (256)
April 28, 2025
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 5, Day 365: Had a heck of a pain flare up last night thanks to an unexpected hike on the weekend. I think the Celebrex might have helped around midnight. It’s harder to tell if it’s the medication because the pain got a lot worse before it got better. I also didn’t get full relief the way I did with other meds but it was enough to let me sleep without the horrible nausea side effects. If that’s really the med, I can accept that compromise.
I tried on a bunch of clothes today. Out of 6 blazers, none fit. The oversize “boyfriend” look will probably never work for me. Before, that long and large fit overwhelmed my slight frame. Now that I’m 30 lbs heavier, but still short, it overwhelms in a dumpy sort of way. Highlights the belly I’m not trying to showcase. Of the 12 shirts, only four may work. I need to try them on with appropriate pants now, though.
Year 6, Day 1: My emotional burnout is pretty fierce. We had a situation develop with a friend, they’re in crisis, and none of us knew to what extent they were struggling until this week. When some? most? all? of the truth came out, it hit me like a freight train. I had a near panic attack. The similarity to the way my parents variably hid developing bad situations from me until it was nearly impossible for any single person to fix, and then I had to fix it, whew. It was so clear that even I had a good idea of why I was shaking like a leaf. I turned to a more grounded friend who helped me through the responsibility spiral. It wasn’t my fault for not knowing what was going on before it got this bad, and it isn’t entirely on me to fix – I can’t. It’s too much for any single person. After texting a few friends who were closer, to the person and to the situation, thankfully they were able to let me know they had the first steps of handling the crisis in hand. I am taking a step back to assess what I can actually handle without mentally or physically crippling myself. It’s probably not a coincidence that my hands swelled up today shortly after the news came out, just like the good ole days!
Year 6, Day 2: In more trivial matters, I’ve been holding on to my jeans that are uncomfortably too small out of a silly stubbornness which means that I haven’t been wearing them at all for months, it’s too uncomfortable! Duh. I found a sale that brought the price down to less than $20 so I’m picking up a couple pairs in hopes that they’re the right size and that I’ll actually be able to wear them. The too small pairs will be put away for handing down. After finally adjusting my thinking on too small clothes, I’m starting to look forward to having pants that fit.
Year 6, Day 3: We’ve got package accords with a neighbor: when one of us travels, we ask the other to pick up any packages left at their door. Sometimes if we see strangers roaming the neighborhood, it’s not often but a pack of roughhousing teens we don’t recognize that have started displaying slightly questionable behaviors like wrestling in the middle of the street (it’s not a safe street for this), or worse, random adults going from house to house to house looking for someone without identifying themselves, we grab each other’s packages first and tell them later. I appreciate having this extra bit of caution and mutual community action on a small scale. They texted us this week to grab a package for their teen I’d seen it when cleaning the front yard and meant to ask if they were home or not. PiC popped over and picked up three.
Neighbor groaned: I only knew they bought one thing, I have no idea what the others are.
I guess we’ve reached that stage of teens ordering things without asking first. Obviously their parents seem fine with it, but it definitely got me wondering: in today’s society, when are parents letting their kids buy things on their own? Especially ordering online? I’m not sure where I am with it. I seem to recall buying some things on my own, self funded, when I was about 15, but I didn’t start ordering online til I was 17.5 and that was only because I needed to try to find books for college for better prices than the college bookstore. I’ve definitely not yet let JB experience online shopping.
Year 6, Day 4: What a completely shit day at work. I’m still decompressing from the choices people made today in a vain attempt to game a system for personal gain, at my expense. I can’t quite say it shakes my faith in humanity, first you have to have faith, but I am definitely regretting the months and months of care, compassion and flexibility. They outright lied, saying we had done nothing for their needs. The things we did do to be flexible for them? Well, they spun as retaliation. It’s absurd but our HR only cares about how things look and not how things are. Never mind that I have reams of documentation of the support, and their enthusiastic agreement with that support, in writing. That doesn’t matter to them. As far as they’re concerned, I screwed up on this person’s say-so. That stings. And the people who know me best and trust me implicitly are no longer in charge. I know where I made mistakes in the bureaucratic processes now, but they were not mistakes in the things that mattered. Anyway, my error is trivial compared to the shock of learning they had weaponized all of the work we put into supporting them to play the victim. I’m hurt, angry, and bitter. I’ve vented to friends and my therapist and shed really angry tears. I want to throw things. (My therapist is happy that I’m so openly angry and sad and hurt. Apparently, therapeutically, this is healthy.)
This will teach me to go the extra marathons for people. I wish them all the consequences they were happy to inflict on other people with their lies. Selfish bastards.
I will say to you the same thing that I said to a tearful coworker who had a similar negative ending with a direct report that she’d really gone to bat for to get exceptions from corporate policy: just because it didn’t turn out how you hoped, doesn’t change that it was the right thing to do.
Please don’t let this one bad actor steal a great manager from the other members of your team.
I know you’re right, in the end. I just needed a few days to feel the betrayal and breathe through it. It wasn’t even that it didn’t work out in the end – I fully knew and accepted that might be the outcome. It was the blatant outright lying that was the kick in the teeth. A whole day of lies and then crying to me about having to suffer the consequences of those lies, when I’m the one who was going to take the brunt of them. ugh.
Yeah I understand, it’s so much easier to accept an honest mistake than a betrayal of integrity.
Exactly. I can accept mistakes, that’s human. But lying is a choice. Ugh.
I’m sorry you had such a bad experience. Lying really just doesn’t compute with me, and any time I realize I’ve been lied to or someone is lying to others, it makes me lose my mind.
I sort of feel like online shopping is bad for so many people – it takes all the friction out of shopping – so it will be entered into carefully when that time comes. I think I’ve got a solid 10 years on that, but we’ll see. It is so hard to imagine parenting a teen.
I know and after growing up with inveterate liars, I’m especially unforgiving of the choice to lie.
You’re right about the removal of friction. That’s WHY I do it but you’re right, it’s much less good for the kids.