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Some acts of cleaning come along with instant regret, like digging into the dust under a bookcase only to pull out an actual living spider (it didn't survive contact with the enemy, which was me). Nonetheless, my house is startlingly tidy and now stocked up with things it might need in the near future, just in case going back to work turns out to involve some kind of siege.
I do feel anxious about that, with just over a week left to go. Not that it will be a siege, but that it might be awful. Will it be awful? Do I look forward to it? Who knows. I've felt so bad about my various work situations for the last ~two years that I forget what it's like to be in a good group. I've been logging on and looking around at stuff on corp, though, especially the philanthropy stuff, trying to figure out how to set up some of the donations I'd like to get going on this year. The company will match up to $10,000 in donations annually and, while I've never come even the tiniest bit close to that, this year for the first time I'd like to. Along with these good things I'm working up a real head of steamy resentment over all my perks and benefits, all the trappings that in America are bundled with being part of a corporation. I can only turn that back into gratitude by actually enjoying my job, at least to some extent... time to try. Nine more days. If it doesn't work it'll be okay.
The good thing about this week was my one-year sqr-versary with Helios. We took off for an overnight at a cute little beachside cabin to celebrate, and had some delicious seafood delivered, and finished reading A Monster Calls to each other out loud. Ironically, a day after our return it seems that Perse has covid, so it'll be a while until our next in-person encounter... sigh. So far everyone else is negative, including me, so -- assuming Perse picked up the virus early in the school week -- our squirrelly little celebration might have spared Helios a couple of days of really high-transmission-probability contact. Fingers and paws are all crossed.
I do feel anxious about that, with just over a week left to go. Not that it will be a siege, but that it might be awful. Will it be awful? Do I look forward to it? Who knows. I've felt so bad about my various work situations for the last ~two years that I forget what it's like to be in a good group. I've been logging on and looking around at stuff on corp, though, especially the philanthropy stuff, trying to figure out how to set up some of the donations I'd like to get going on this year. The company will match up to $10,000 in donations annually and, while I've never come even the tiniest bit close to that, this year for the first time I'd like to. Along with these good things I'm working up a real head of steamy resentment over all my perks and benefits, all the trappings that in America are bundled with being part of a corporation. I can only turn that back into gratitude by actually enjoying my job, at least to some extent... time to try. Nine more days. If it doesn't work it'll be okay.
The good thing about this week was my one-year sqr-versary with Helios. We took off for an overnight at a cute little beachside cabin to celebrate, and had some delicious seafood delivered, and finished reading A Monster Calls to each other out loud. Ironically, a day after our return it seems that Perse has covid, so it'll be a while until our next in-person encounter... sigh. So far everyone else is negative, including me, so -- assuming Perse picked up the virus early in the school week -- our squirrelly little celebration might have spared Helios a couple of days of really high-transmission-probability contact. Fingers and paws are all crossed.
