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Mar. 16th, 2020 10:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo it's Day One of ... I don't know what. Day One of me texting the boy towards the end of his shift, hey, have you been exposed yet? Day One of the store being shut-not-shut, because apparently we're open if people call ahead? And they can come in and get stuff? I feel like my family is missing the point of "dangerous illness close all non-essential businesses." Fortunately most of our customers seem smarter. If I have to yo-yo between maybe at work maybe not I'm going to get increasingly cranky at not being able to get any writing work done. I'm already pretty cranky. But ... sure, fine, whatever.
To be honest I'm mostly cranky because I haven't managed to get some concentrated sit down time where I haven't been terrified to work on my comic script. Author Gail Simone has been running a comics school on Twitter, and it's fabulous, and I love it, and somehow in the middle of this viropocalypse I haven't had any time to actually work on it! Mostly because I've been preparing to hunker down and have time, and then Saturday I went to a small game before we all lock ourselves in for a few weeks, I guess? I don't regret it for plague reasons but now I regret it for not getting comic school homework done reasons. Bah.
On the other hand, today is also the day that we change staff, and it's possible with the new crop of aunt and uncle coming in we'll sit down and have a discussion about what specifically we're actually doing, and I'll have a more solid idea of what the fuck is going on and whether or not I get dedicated writing time at home or if it's come in and catch as catch can between doing anything to keep busy. (I am not a fan of this plan of come in and do anything to keep busy. I have never been a fan of do anything to keep busy, not since childhood, and doubly so when I have shit I want to get done at home or at least at a goddamn computer. But so it goes.)
Besides at this point I think it's pretty much inevitable that the boy's going to get exposed, at which point I tell everyone at work "sorry bye" and don't see them again for a few weeks on account of they're old and do not need the constant exposure. See also: SHUT THE DAMN STORE EXCEPT FOR PICKUP ORDERS.
(By the end of the day of course this has been done, because someone knocked on the door and just wanted to look around and a different aunt said, more politely than I would have, no. So that's fine. And I've negotiated to be able to come in later with an uncle and get my work done, which is also fine and much better because I don't have enough work when I'm not backing up the front and when there's front of store staff running around doing things I might normally do, but there's still shipping to be done and receiving and unpacking. So I think this will work. Until the boy gets exposed and I have to lock myself in my house.)
To be honest I'm mostly cranky because I haven't managed to get some concentrated sit down time where I haven't been terrified to work on my comic script. Author Gail Simone has been running a comics school on Twitter, and it's fabulous, and I love it, and somehow in the middle of this viropocalypse I haven't had any time to actually work on it! Mostly because I've been preparing to hunker down and have time, and then Saturday I went to a small game before we all lock ourselves in for a few weeks, I guess? I don't regret it for plague reasons but now I regret it for not getting comic school homework done reasons. Bah.
On the other hand, today is also the day that we change staff, and it's possible with the new crop of aunt and uncle coming in we'll sit down and have a discussion about what specifically we're actually doing, and I'll have a more solid idea of what the fuck is going on and whether or not I get dedicated writing time at home or if it's come in and catch as catch can between doing anything to keep busy. (I am not a fan of this plan of come in and do anything to keep busy. I have never been a fan of do anything to keep busy, not since childhood, and doubly so when I have shit I want to get done at home or at least at a goddamn computer. But so it goes.)
Besides at this point I think it's pretty much inevitable that the boy's going to get exposed, at which point I tell everyone at work "sorry bye" and don't see them again for a few weeks on account of they're old and do not need the constant exposure. See also: SHUT THE DAMN STORE EXCEPT FOR PICKUP ORDERS.
(By the end of the day of course this has been done, because someone knocked on the door and just wanted to look around and a different aunt said, more politely than I would have, no. So that's fine. And I've negotiated to be able to come in later with an uncle and get my work done, which is also fine and much better because I don't have enough work when I'm not backing up the front and when there's front of store staff running around doing things I might normally do, but there's still shipping to be done and receiving and unpacking. So I think this will work. Until the boy gets exposed and I have to lock myself in my house.)