I did it.
I blogged every day of my work closure.
I. Did. It.
I wasn’t terribly interesting most days. A lot of that is because, you know, quarantine. The rest of it is because I kind of live my life in a rut. I’m fine with that, I know what I like and just do that.
For those of you that stuck with me through this challenge, thank you. Things should get more interesting from here on out.
A lot of today was spent on Facebook, like normal, and watching YouTube (read: on in the background). Again, like normal. But now it’s time for a different normal. For tomorrow, you see, is the day I go back to work.
I did watch the governor’s press conference today. Her mask was the state flag and I thoroughly enjoyed that. As she read off the list of counties in Oregon that can open tomorrow, she also had a huge smile. We did it, Oregon. Now we just need to keep being smart to prevent a second wave. Or at least make the second wave as small as possible.
I did a load of towels today. Normally, that wouldn’t be anything to write about, but I have a ventless dryer. It’s actually a washer/dryer combo which is awesome. They’re made for places that are small, like RV’s, tiny homes, and apartments. I actually have enough space to get full size machines, but not having a dryer vent to clean was a pretty big selling point. Anyway, since it’s an all-in-one you don’t have to move your clothes between washing and drying.
So I throw in the towels (heh), they wash, it clicks and tells me it’s time to add my static sheet thing and do that, and then literally five hours later it tells me it’s done drying. Cool. Now I can take a shower! Only I go to get a towel out and they all were stuck to the drum from the spin cycle. Even with my dryer balls which I had always thought would grab and get them off the drum. Not only were they crunchy from being dried on the drum, they were still wet in most spots! NO! Okay long story short, I just dried them again, everything’s fine. You didn’t come here to read about towels. That was two weeks ago. Missed my opportunity.
When I took my shower, for whatever reason I also laid out my clothes for tomorrow. Like it’s my first day of school. To be honest, now that I think about it, it’s kind of adorable.
My out-of-office turned off at 5 today, and in honor of that I moved my email and other work things back to the home screen on my phone. I turned the badges back on for email, and it said 120 unread. Cool! That’s like a day or two of normal summer! 120 in two months?! And then I remembered that phones don’t sync your entire mailbox, just the last couple weeks. Uh oh. I’m being a good employee and leaving it all for tomorrow when I’m actually allowed to work again. That’ll be fun.
It’s been over three months since I last had a haircut. My hair grows fast. I know it’s time to get a cut when I go to style it and it’s just Too Much. That’s at about 3-4 weeks. Well, now my hair is super long. My glasses keep falling off, stuff is touching my ears, that god-damned duck tail… I promised myself I wouldn’t, but today I just cut it.
Marcy, I love you, please don’t kill me.
I won’t even comment how many trash bags I went through before I figured out how to use it as a cape. I swear I’m smart.
So the back in the picture looks bad, but it’s mostly the lighting, my cowlick, and my hair color. When I feel it, it feels fine. Cowlick is still pretty long, but it’s hard to find the line behind your head and I’m also afraid to cut the cowlick too short because then I turn into Alfalfa. I also cut around my ears really weird, hoping my glasses will hide that.
Absolutely no way was I going to touch the top. I might be changing my hairstyle, so for now it can just be crazy. Plus everyone’s got crazy quarantine cuts. I’ve reached that level of I don’t care that I think is healthy.
Mildly related: my hair is a lot more brown in the sink than it is on my head. What’s up with that?
I thought I would be ready for a pro haircut tomorrow; turns out when I had the opportunity I couldn’t do it. Maybe during Phase 2 in a couple weeks, but right now I just can’t bring myself to do it. Although logically if I were to get an appointment tomorrow (not that I can do it now that I know I’m working tomorrow) that would be the least amount of risk. In that vein, if I wait a couple weeks, the chance could be much higher. I’m just going to play it by ear. Crappily-edged ear.
This is the last daily reflections I’ll be doing until the next time I decide to do a blog-a-day challenge. Maybe for Christmas. We’ll see.
Yeah, I’m an IT guy, but I also work at a resort. The governor is still urging people to stay home, but you know peeps be wantin’ to travel. So while my job doesn’t involve me working closely with others, I still have to interact with people who do. I don’t know quite how to describe how I feel. I’m glad and grateful that I get to go back to work, but I’m also a little terrified. I know we’re all going to do all the right things. We haven’t worked for two months so of course we’re going to protect ourselves, others, and our guests. It’s still just scary. I don’t think that fear will really go away until there’s a vaccine. I try to keep it under the surface because living in fear isn’t a way to live, but you can’t forget it’s there.
In my Imperfect Food order I bought two sirloin steaks. They’re a lot smaller than the ones I get at the store, but hey why not? Tried my hand at making a carne asada marinade since I have lemons and limes, and it didn’t turn out too bad. A little too citrus-y, but that’s fine. I also cut up the last of my garlic, and not enough of it stuck to the steak so I missed out on that flavor. I have notes for next time. I cooked both of them tonight, so tomorrow I can have one for lunch with salad. Steak salad, baby!!!
Okay, it’s now after midnight. Still calling the “it’s the same day for me so the actual time doesn’t matter” play. But, the office opens at 8 and I need to go to bed.
Good night. Thanks for reading. I’m going to take the next couple days off and work on actual good content. We’ll all be better off with that.