Journal of the Corona Year
6/17
Today we received word when the office would re-open. Our manager sent an email to what remained of his Marketing Department. All four of us. It will happen sometime after July 4th. Whenever New York City reaches Phase II. I feel like he mentioned early August during a phone call.
And I was just getting used to working from home.
Extra space has been rented in the building. People will be spread out. There will be dividers between people.
That’s fine. I’m not really worried about the office itself. I’m worried about the commute to and from the office without a vaccine. I don’t mind standing shoulder-to-shoulder with other commuters, but not if it kills me.
I knew one other person felt this way, and maybe we all did.
I replied-all to his email, in a cheerful tone, and asked if we could still have the option to work from home since everything was all set-up.
There was a long two-hour wait for a reply. That’s not unusual for him. I think he spends all day surfing incoming email. Sometimes he never replies. Perhaps my request was filtering up through the corporate power structure to the head office. We’ll never know.
Finally, he replied to us all writing:
“We definitely want everyone to be as comfortable as possible so we can certainly discuss continued remote work.”
So, speaking-up was my good deed for the day.
After work I went to the vigil. After about 20 minutes Sam appeared from behind the rainbow peace banner. He came back. With a big smile on his face he said “god help this country if Joe Biden gets elected.” Why? “Because he will be obedient to the Pope.”
And from there he went onto healthcare, corporations advocating laws, prison reform and Social Security. By then I gave up trying to figure out what his point was. I don’t think he knew. He used up all his “A” material on Sunday. Now he was just stringing words together, with a smirk on his face, hoping something would get a negative reaction.
He reminded me of a kid on a playground who hangs around a group of friends, pestering them because he enjoys their negative reaction.
After 10 minutes I found him annoying. He kept going for about an hour. Is this what is meant by “owning the libs?”
He wasn’t wearing his Make America Great Again hat. Tonight it was a Giants hat. His t-shirt featured a graphic of Charles Bronson in Death Wish III. I know it was Death Wish III because he was holding his friend “Wildey.”
A theme Sam returned to frequently tonight was that he had many “liberal friends” who would secretly confide with him that they were just as bigoted as he is. Sure. Whatever.
Before he left he promised not to return for two weeks. I wonder if he can stay away that long? We might be his only friends.
What an annoying, sad man.