Yesterday (as I write – meaning on Tuesday) I got part one of the virus vaccine. My primary (possibly only) motivation is that if I’m vaccinated, I won’t need to wear a mask when my employer starts requiring some in-office work (currently planned for September. We’ll see).
So far so good. The process of getting the shot was pretty straightforward, and the shot itself hasn’t caused anything beyond slight fuzzy-headedness over and above the usual allergy issues and a deep ache in my arm. Nothing I can’t live with.
I rather doubt that cleaning out the cube at work and bringing damn near everything home counts as “light activity”, though. I’m not even going into what I think of the whole deal of changing years of working at assigned cubes (with a whole lot of personalization) to hot-desking (or is it hot-cubing?). Or the very small conference room which now has a sign taped to the door saying it’s got a capacity of… wait for it… one. Why not just call the bloody thing a floating office and be done with it?
I now have a desk piled 2 feet high with all the crap I’ve accumulated over seven or so years work. And I do mean piled. How I managed to fit all of that into a 6 by 6 cube without overrunning my desk has me bewildered.
Honestly, I’d swear I managed to accidentally open a portal to a pocket dimension used only for storage because I really did not think I had that much stuff in that cube.
I did, though, and I’ll be sorting through it and figuring out what I need to keep, what I can trash, and where in heck to put it over the next few days – or weeks…
Add to that, my internet connection has been flaky at best (it’s off again as I type – I hope it stays on long enough for me to post this or I’ll be emailing someone to post it for me) and we just has a short but quite intense storm come through. And by intense I mean hail, flattened plants, and for a while there horizontal rain.
Which may be why the internet connection is up and down like a bloody yo-yo (not going to use the more colorful alternative. Not going to).
I think I can safely say that I didn’t need most of today, and I could do without the sorting job that’s staring at me from the other desk.
In the meantime, have the dark red iris from the garden (taken before the storm. The poor things look horribly bedraggled now).