furloughed
Mar. 18th, 2020 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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So, I’m officially off the rest of the month at least and we’re gonna find out after that.
It hadn’t occurred to me, but of course I can apply for and probably get unemployment. Literally everyone is, and you know, I might as well. Normally i take unpaid leave now and then and don’t worry about it, but uhhhh if there isn’t going to be any paid work available for the forseeable, then uhh I will need something. Easier to apply for, and get, UI now when I have a decently-documented history of pretty much full-time employment for the last four months. Almost six, now, actually; I took less than a week off in November and then a week and a half for the New Year’s trip to Iceland.
So I guess I’ll do that.
I feel terrible; they furloughed everyone except one employee per store, basically, to keep operations at least nominally moving, and the guy who’s been at our store since 1983 literally could not understand what it meant. He thought they were firing him. He doesn’t understand what’s going on. He’s like 65 and should be isolating and doesn’t understand it– I explained to him late last week that no this is a real thing and it’s real trouble– and he does not understand that he’s not being fired, he’s so upset and angry and I know I can’t explain it to him any better but I still feel terrible for him. He just doesn’t understand. The poor guy.
We went downtown today; I dropped off some sourdough starter for someone (hi!) who wanted to learn to bake with it, and then we went to Dude’s office building to water the plants and make sure there was nothing gross in the fridge and no coffee left in the coffeemaker. (Oh… there was. Ew.)
So he ran vinegar, then Barkeep’s Friend through the coffeemaker, and I watered and watered and watered the plants. He doesn’t understand that you need to saturate plants all the way through and then let them dry all the way and then saturate them again to keep them healthy; he really thinks you just dump a mug of water on them every so often and they’re fine. Not so! So I gave them all a thorough soaking.
Then the fire alarm went off and we weren’t quite done, so we had to evacuate and then come back, but the elevators weren’t working. So we had to walk up to the ninth floor on the stairs. Oh my gosh that was. A lot.
After that I wiped down their conference table with Clorox wipes because they had some, Dude wasn’t done with the coffee pot, and we both were getting, like, Fallout vibes? Like, in 100 years someone’s going to come back to this office and see the “Don’t Be A Hothead! Don’t Come To Work With A Fever!” posters and the abandoned water cup sitting on the table and be like… “these people meant to come back…” like Chernobyl… and the conference table was so fucking grungy and gross I couldn’t stand for that to be the tableau our intrepid explorers discovered. So I wiped it down nicely, and Dude put a note on the door saying Staff not reporting as of 3/16/2020 / cleaning not required thank you
and then I was like oh man why do my lungs hurt maybe i’m getting the dreaded virus and it was only as we got in the car to go home that i was like oh yeah i just hoofed it up nine stories’ worth of stairs of course my lungs hurt i haven’t worked out in six months??? so. I probably don’t have the coronavirus.
But my current plan is to sit tight until next Monday because then I’ll have self-quarantined enough to know whether I’m experiencing symptoms or not. (And by then if I got it from a coworker they’ll be sick and I’ll know.) And if I’m still clear, I’ll go to the farm then, and stay there a couple of weeks. But we’ll see how it goes.
At least I can get UI. I’ll take care of that tonight, I guess. or tomorrow. I’m so lazy. I was last on unemployment in uhhh like 2004 or so, but i doubt it’s changed a lot. I know how it works.
So, I’m officially off the rest of the month at least and we’re gonna find out after that.
It hadn’t occurred to me, but of course I can apply for and probably get unemployment. Literally everyone is, and you know, I might as well. Normally i take unpaid leave now and then and don’t worry about it, but uhhhh if there isn’t going to be any paid work available for the forseeable, then uhh I will need something. Easier to apply for, and get, UI now when I have a decently-documented history of pretty much full-time employment for the last four months. Almost six, now, actually; I took less than a week off in November and then a week and a half for the New Year’s trip to Iceland.
So I guess I’ll do that.
I feel terrible; they furloughed everyone except one employee per store, basically, to keep operations at least nominally moving, and the guy who’s been at our store since 1983 literally could not understand what it meant. He thought they were firing him. He doesn’t understand what’s going on. He’s like 65 and should be isolating and doesn’t understand it– I explained to him late last week that no this is a real thing and it’s real trouble– and he does not understand that he’s not being fired, he’s so upset and angry and I know I can’t explain it to him any better but I still feel terrible for him. He just doesn’t understand. The poor guy.
We went downtown today; I dropped off some sourdough starter for someone (hi!) who wanted to learn to bake with it, and then we went to Dude’s office building to water the plants and make sure there was nothing gross in the fridge and no coffee left in the coffeemaker. (Oh… there was. Ew.)
So he ran vinegar, then Barkeep’s Friend through the coffeemaker, and I watered and watered and watered the plants. He doesn’t understand that you need to saturate plants all the way through and then let them dry all the way and then saturate them again to keep them healthy; he really thinks you just dump a mug of water on them every so often and they’re fine. Not so! So I gave them all a thorough soaking.
Then the fire alarm went off and we weren’t quite done, so we had to evacuate and then come back, but the elevators weren’t working. So we had to walk up to the ninth floor on the stairs. Oh my gosh that was. A lot.
After that I wiped down their conference table with Clorox wipes because they had some, Dude wasn’t done with the coffee pot, and we both were getting, like, Fallout vibes? Like, in 100 years someone’s going to come back to this office and see the “Don’t Be A Hothead! Don’t Come To Work With A Fever!” posters and the abandoned water cup sitting on the table and be like… “these people meant to come back…” like Chernobyl… and the conference table was so fucking grungy and gross I couldn’t stand for that to be the tableau our intrepid explorers discovered. So I wiped it down nicely, and Dude put a note on the door saying Staff not reporting as of 3/16/2020 / cleaning not required thank you
and then I was like oh man why do my lungs hurt maybe i’m getting the dreaded virus and it was only as we got in the car to go home that i was like oh yeah i just hoofed it up nine stories’ worth of stairs of course my lungs hurt i haven’t worked out in six months??? so. I probably don’t have the coronavirus.
But my current plan is to sit tight until next Monday because then I’ll have self-quarantined enough to know whether I’m experiencing symptoms or not. (And by then if I got it from a coworker they’ll be sick and I’ll know.) And if I’m still clear, I’ll go to the farm then, and stay there a couple of weeks. But we’ll see how it goes.
At least I can get UI. I’ll take care of that tonight, I guess. or tomorrow. I’m so lazy. I was last on unemployment in uhhh like 2004 or so, but i doubt it’s changed a lot. I know how it works.
