Yep, yours truly got sent home late yesterday. Apparently, one of the people in the building popped hot for the Chinese Cooties. Given that this person has just tested positive, that means she's had the bug for at least a week. The announcement went out yesterday, like a hysterical shriek, that anyone who had been in contact with this person without a mask must quarantine immediately.
My job is to talk to people, folks. And I almost never wear the magic face diaper of submission, especially when I have to talk to people.
So, I'm at home. I'll probably get told to go get a Peking Pox test on Monday. In the meantime, I'll be staying home and teleworking for a couple of days, and I don't think I'm going to complain about that one bit. Oh, I get to sleep in? I get to go running in the morning in DAYLIGHT because I'm not commuting anywhere? Gosh, wow, how horrible. Oh, woe is me, what a travesty, what a world.
I'm supposed to quarantine until Thursday. I might call 'em up on Thursday morning and cough into the phone for a bit. "Sorry, still can't come in, but I'll be checking my email here at home!"
I am so fucking done with the Covidiacy.
2 comments:
Sounds horrible, Dave ;-)
Monday morning at 10 am the Post Falls city council will decide on having a mask mandate. I'm hoping they'll follow the lead of Hayden and "strongly recommend, but no mandate."
Bottom line? I have not, nor will I ever wear a mask of oppression. Perhaps your dad could bail me out if it comes to that.
Lets hope they use common sense. I know, I know....
I'm outside right now, listening to a meeting over Microsoft teams, drinking coffee, smoking a cigar, and watching the snow come down.
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