Steve Ashmore runs us through one possible scenario in our stay-at-home mandate.
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Stay Home, Florida
Working from home isn’t that bad. I got up a little later than normal, but accomplished more than usual. Probably due to less distractions. The boss is happy.
The wife is home-schooling the kids, which keeps all of them occupied. She’s doing a terrific job teaching and has even found time to try a new recipe from Pinterest. Dinner was delicious.
I’m going to start a journal for posterity.
Stay Home, Florida
Got up with the chickens this morning. Funny how work piles up even when you’re not in the office. Didn’t get as much done as day one, but I did have a few of those distractions. Bob can’t wander around telling his latest jokes, but he’s making sure that the rest of us don’t miss out … he’s e-mailing them. The boss is OK with our progress.
The wife is still working with the kids, but they don’t seem to be focusing like they were earlier. Probably why we had leftovers instead of something new and delicious.
Stay Home, Florida
Got up early and had to work late. The distractions are now coming from the office and home. Bob can’t stop telling jokes long enough to pull his weight with the workload. Some of our customers have got my home phone now. I suspect Bob of the treachery. The boss is probably going to have to step in soon.
The wife doesn’t have a grasp of chemistry, so I’ve had to pull myself away from the office work to step in as a substitute teacher. Didn’t help with dinner though; we are heating up TV dinners.
I’ve decided to rename the journal in deference to my actions. To get any work done at all, I’ve had to close the door to my home office. Bob claims that his ISP is off line and he’s not doing anything except calling us to explain his lack of effort. The boss expects the rest of us to ‘take up the slack’ until Bob changes internet companies.
The wife has moved phys ed indoors, which resulted in the loss of a lamp during a pick-up football game. We ordered a new one from the big box store. Unfortunately, the earliest we could schedule curbside pickup is next week. Hopefully they’ll have toilet paper by then. Dinner was baloney sammiches.
Haven’t heard from Bob, but a friend at the unemployment office told me confidentially that Bob has filed. I guess the rest of us will have to carry his load. At least the bad jokes have stopped. Never thought I’d be working 16-hour days from home. The boss is looking for a replacement.
The wife continues to work at educating the children. But the kids are asking why their teachers at school aren’t allowed to drink chardonnay like Mommy does? Dinner came by Grub Hub tonight, but at least it wasn’t baloney.
Let’s call it what it is. Someone is going to look at this one day and there’s no use sugar-coating the workload that has been forced on me. I’m handling the assignments of three employees, teaching part-time, and making dinner plans for a family of five. I don’t care if the boss fires me at this point, I just want to have things back to normal.
On the home front, the wife took the kids on a field trip. I didn’t realize the liquor stores were considered an essential business until today.
Supermax Penitentiary, Florida
Woke up this morning looking forward to normalcy. The Stay Home Order expires today. And the local news just announced that the governor has determined that we’ll need to extend it for an additional 30 days.
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