Category: covid-19

The Stir Crazy Files – Episode 35

Nothing specific making me feel stir crazy today..  More like everything working together to subtly drive me ape shit.  My fuse is short and it’s burning bright.  I need to stop feeling on edge.

I put a couple of broken down cardboard boxes out with the trash today.  So did one of my neighbors.  The trash pick up was about eight hours later than usual.  I wonder if it was a different team.  They didn’t take the cardboard.  They didn’t take my neighbors cardboard either.  We’ll try again next week.

I slept really well last night.  Well, better than most nights at least.  It doesn’t matter.  I’m feeling really tired today.  My eyes are also feeling really tired today.  I’m seeing blurry.  I’m tired of this.  See what I did there?  I said I was tired and then I said I was tired of this?  Dig it?  Ugh.

I have to put together a piece of furniture tonight.  The box it came in weighs about 2,143,561,365,242,642,315,447,257 pounds.  Okay, that’s an exaggeration… but only a small one.  It probably weights 70 pounds and it’s huge.  We’re not going to use this piece of furniture for what we purchased it for, but we’ve come up with an alternative use but that doesn’t change the fact that the box weights a ton.

I have two candles burning on the table next to my desk.  I’m guessing if the lock down continues long enough I will have 20 candles burning on the table next to my desk.  At least.

Why can’t I keep my glasses clean?  It’s bad enough they aren’t strong enough anymore, but the least they could do is stay clean.  Jerks.

I tried to keep up with the hourly push ups today but I am so wiped out from moving that furniture box into the house yesterday, along with all of the push ups from yesterday, that I am just too sore and tired to do it.  I did a few, early, but I can’t keep up with it today.  Try again tomorrow, fatty.

My back hurts.  My legs hurt.  My arms hurt.  My eyelids hurt.

Quarantine sucks today.

Week Nine

Week Nine… I mean, come on.

Last week my company hinted that we’re going to be working from home until July at least.  In my head I was thinking July or August.  Nice that we’re on the same page.

Something I ate this morning is messing with me.  If the threat of COVID-19 isn’t enough, try throwing an upset stomach on top of the lock down.  Sucks, mate.

The temper fuses are most definitely getting shorter.  Without naming any names, I think that age has something to do with it.  The younger your general age group, the shorter the fuse and the easier it is for something innocuous to set you off.  I’m positive that it’s all ‘rona related.  No one is acting stressed out at any given time, but the overall background stress level is so insanely high that it doesn’t take much to go from casual, happy go lucky to, grrrrrrrrrr.

For me personally, I am trying to keep this in mind any time I feel my temper rising but I am doing a really awful, pathetic job regulating myself.  I’ve lost my shit over stuff that is so minor it technically doesn’t exist but I haven’t been able to stop myself.  I’ve read a comment on Facebook for something stupid and next thing I know I am out of my head with fury.

Hey Robert… lighten up, Francis.

Thursday is the two month point for me.  Saturday March 14th was my first full day after work sent us home.  Thursday is May 14th.

How ridiculous is that?

Continue to stay safe.  Continue to do the social distance.  Don’t be a dick and go out without a mask.  Don’t be a dick in general.

Gift

Amazon delivered this yesterday:
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Today is the day. When I woke up this morning I looked like this:
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Eight weeks into quarantineland and I couldn’t take it anymore. Apparently neither could Jen because she volunteered to take care of it.

Success:
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I feel like a new man. At last I can see what is in front of my face again.

Thank you, Jen. I love you so much!

The Stir Crazy Files – Episode 34

A couple of weeks I grabbed a soda out of the fridge.  It was part of a six pack of bottles of Diet Pepsi.  I tried to open it and could not.  Despite my seemingly super human strength (really I just put my weight behind it… and there is so much weight… it seems super human to the outside observer) I could not get the bastard open.  There was something wrong with the cap.  It was off the screw top track somehow and it wouldn’t budge.

I got pissed off and threw it away.  Tempers can sometimes run short during a pandemic, as I’m sure the whole human race is aware.

This morning as I was starting my work day I went to the fridge and grabbed a soda… and the same thing happened.

Not this time, you prick.  Not.  This.  Time.

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What is Vacation Anyway?

Jen and I both booked a vacation day for tomorrow.  All week I’ve been looking toward Friday thinking… you can do it… you can make it there.  Now, it’s also my birthday so I’m not really looking forward to that, but otherwise… yeah, get here.

But what is a vacation day anyway?  It used to be this glorious thing.  Now… it’s the same as any other day, just without the whole work thing.  On that front it’s still wonderful but we can’t really do anything special.  You can’t make any cool plans for your day off that don’t involve staying home.  We’re trying to come up with things, but most of what we have won’t happen for a couple of weeks.  Yesterday we spent my lunch hour planning major kitchen renovations.  It’s all up in the air at the moment, but it does involve hiring my step daughter to do some painting.  More to come on that.

So I just need to get through the work day today and then I can start a glorious, social distanced, long weekend.

Oh, did I mention there’s a chance Jen might be cutting my hair this weekend?  It’s going to be AWESOME!

The Stir Crazy Files – Episode 33

It’s nice out.  A little chilly.  The temp is in the mid-50’s.  Probably a little too cool to open up the windows, but round about lunch time I opened both of the windows in my bedroom/office and have been enjoying a little touch of fresh air.

There’s a negative to this.  Our garbage barrels are on the side of the house and one of the bedroom windows is reasonably close to them.  Every once in a while I hear noise coming from that direction.  What is it?  It’s squirrels.  They have gnawed holes in the barrel covers that are just big enough for them to fit through.  The noise I hear is a squirrel crawling inside the trash and digging around.  I hate those furry little pricks.

Speaking of furry, it finally happened.  I was on a conference call for work.  The cat was desperate to join in.  She jumped on my desk and walked in front of the camera.  I pushed her out of the way but she didn’t go quietly.  She jumped onto my keyboard and somehow opened a whole slew of windows.  Most were things I’ve never even seen before.  I had to scramble to get them out of the way so I could see the meeting.

Animals.  Jerks.

The Stir Crazy Files – Episode 32

Today is day 54 for me… I think.  I was in the office on March 13th so my first full quarantinie day was March 14th which was 54 days ago… I think.  Did I count wrong?  Probably.  It doesn’t matter.

Yesterday I posted a link to an article explaining why we get all foggy and flakey during situations like this.  I was the textbook case of that this morning.  There I was, taking a shower.  I washed my hair and started thinking of things I need to do at work today and then I washed my hair while thinking about what I needed to do today and then I washed my hair and DAMN IT!

I find myself running out of gas between 8-9:00PM.  I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m exhausted.  I think it’s just a day’s worth of stress building up and then my body says screw you go to sleep.  Does that sound right?

Cheerios… that’s what I need right now.