These are the masks that I had to sneak away from my 65 yo mom, who grew up with an inherited depression era mentality that will never go away. She put on a new mask in front of me when I asked, but I found these stashed away, and so I’m taking them home with me, because I know just throwing them in the garbage at her house won’t be good enough. She’ll pick them out.
January 23, 2021
Work oddly became a visceral struggle for me, though the issue is arguably small in impact/scale. My office is trying to create a virtual "holiday" gathering. I'm doing my best to walk-back "holiday" in recognition of how many that leaves out (Diwali was early last month, Ramadan is in summer, etc.) and how symbols of Christianity generally pervade despite people's efforts to try and keep things "diverse." Coordination around this event is BAD, things are being thrust upon me in the 11th hour, and I worry about being associated with poorly-designed material; I'm partly a professional event coordinator, after all, and this could reflect poorly on me. And then there's the double-speak from my employer about internet and winter weather. If in-person classes are cancelled due to bad weather, then so too are online courses. Staff who have been telecommuting during the pandemic will be expected to work during the bad weather, because they can work from home. The cognitive dissonance here astounds me. I almost don't care which way it goes, but something needs to get balanced out here.
December 18, 2020