Day #328 - Field Trip
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shadowkatSo, I got sleep. YAY. Eight hours. YAY. It made a world of difference, and was required for the field trip.
Today or rather this morning, I had to go into Crazy Workplace to pick up my security ID, my railroad transportation pass and my subway pass (aka golden ticket), which would expire soon. I really had no choice - and today was the best day weather and work wise to do it. Sunny, seasonably warm (ie in the high 20s/low 30s - felt like 30s in the sun), and no ice or snow on the roads. Oh there was snow and ice, it was just easier to maneuver around.
To do so, I had to take three trains... three on the way there, and three back again. On the way to - I did hop off the train, ran into my office, picked up transportation badge and security badge from LD, scanned a few papers to my email account, went to the bathroom and got on another train to go to the pass office, which was located in another office building a train ride away.
First train was the G Train or subway, which is very clean and everyone wore masks the way they were supposed to - but there was also on ten people in my car. On the way home, with a tad more people - about twenty-five to thirty, a couple didn't know how to wear their masks correctly.
I exited subway at Fort Green -:
[On the way back I took photos of Fort Green]
]
And then boarded the commuter train to Jamaica.
Nostrand Avenue Train Station - as seen from my window-
And now, lovely Jamaica Station...
Through the Air Train Building - this is the entrance to the Air Train, my office is down the escalator and on the other side.
And finally
Overall - not a bad trip. But I ran into maskless wonders - mainly at the last stop. Three-five people couldn't figure out how to wear their masks.
Two women kept having it fall below their noses. One, I felt sorry for, she had the blue and white cloth one on - and I asked directions to the bathroom, and it kept falling below her nose, and she kept pushing it back up again. Two guys refused to wear them at all - until they were entering the train.
Breaking bad: How was it, any problems?
ME: Okay, except for Hillside where folks didn't wear masks. And when they did, gaiters and scarves. Even the conductor.
Breaking Bad: They wore gaiters and scarves? I thought those weren't permitted.
Me: Yep. That's why I was amused and befuddled. Someone is not enforcing this.
That was at the Staff Meeting From Doom that I got back in time for. It took four and half hours to do this little field trip. Of course I did go grocery shopping on the way home, so four hours. I got back by 1.
I tried the joke about the Cat Lawyer on Zoom, but it fell flat. Sigh. So I moved on.
***
While writing this missive, I got distracted by the Whedon Mess. And felt the need to defend poor Michelle Trachenburg ("Dawn") on Instagram. The poor thing left the comments open. Sarah Michelle Gellar wisely turned them off. Michelle was being blasted by the naysayers. Seriously, there are people out there who don't believe this typoe of abuse happens on sets. While I was defending her - it occurred to me that ironically I was going through similar abusive behavior and a similar toxic workplace back in the late 1990s early 00s. In fact, I'd become obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel because of that abusive workplace and abusive boss. That period was ripe with serial bullying across industries. Mother also distracted me by calling in the middle of my Instagram text.
Mother: Are you still awake?
ME: Yes, I'm busy defending Michelle Trachenberg on Instagram from assholes.
Mother: Who?
Me: Dawn on Buffy.
Mother: Oh.
Me: I realized while doing so, that ironically I was gaslight and similarly bullied at the same time she was being harassed and bullied. Actually, I've pretty much been bullied in every single work place, current one may be the least worrisome, although its happened there as well.
Mother: Were you bullied at the video game developer?
ME: Oh hell, yes.
Mother: And at the insurance company?
Me: No, that boss protected me. It was a nice lull and she tried to at current place. It's gotten better though and I've kind of put Boss in same category as Lewicky - or first boss at Evil Library Company. He just liked to scream alot. Let's face it - we live in a society that favors asshole behavior. Why did you call me?
Mother: I'm lying in bed and my legs are restless and I can't sleep. And I wanted to talk to someone, I figured you'd be up.
Me: I am.
Poor mother misses my father. She misses lying next to him. Misses being near him. Seeing him every morning. She got weepy this afternoon on the phone. I've been dreading this for years now. Oh well, it is what it is.
I don't want to talk about the impeachment or the Governor or the COVID news. Suffice it to say - I up and left the COVID Science Chat Group on FB after three-four interactions that soured me on the group.
The first? A man said he hoped my parents died, because teachers should be vaccinated at his kids school before elderly or people over 65 - because he was sick of remote learning.
The Second? A man said that the virus probably escaped from a lab, all evidence to the contrary.
Third? A woman was posting about a few people who had severe adverse reactions to the vaccine.
I thought, okay, frak this. I do not need this crap in my head. I have enough nightmares as it is - I do not need help.
I'm tired of the pandemic. Aren't we all? When I got home, I realized my hands were shaking badly, and my heart was racing. I thought I was fine. I listened to Jazz the whole way there and back, interspersed with selections from Barack Obama's Promised Land. I tried to read, but it was hard to focus. I used to have no problems reading on the subway. I've also noticed a tendency to forget words, flip them, use the wrong word, and flip numbers - my mother said she was having this problem too. It's most likely stress over a lengthy period of time?
I've been doing loving kindness meditations every morning, along with headspace meditation. And at the grocery store? I bought chocolate, gluten-free cupcakes, small pints of oatmilk coffee ice cream via Oatly, and Steve's Bourbon Vanilla Small Batch. I'd gone to just get oatmeal, spinach/mixed greens, and almond or cashew milk. Instead, I got those things plus gluten free pasta, organic tomato sauce, shrimp, fruit, water, and the rest. But there was hardly anyone in there, and they had sanitizers everywhere. So it was in some respects as safe as office. My office in Jamaica was safer than the one in Hillside. It was empty. They knew me. Told me to go right inside. And they had new office equipment. But alas, my red sweater was completely damaged - I'd left it over my chair and the cleaning crew sprayed it, which resulted in holes and tears throughout. It looked like it had been eaten. Probably the same thing that happened with the computer. Got too close with their sanitizers.
Ending with another photo from Fort Green...
Today or rather this morning, I had to go into Crazy Workplace to pick up my security ID, my railroad transportation pass and my subway pass (aka golden ticket), which would expire soon. I really had no choice - and today was the best day weather and work wise to do it. Sunny, seasonably warm (ie in the high 20s/low 30s - felt like 30s in the sun), and no ice or snow on the roads. Oh there was snow and ice, it was just easier to maneuver around.
To do so, I had to take three trains... three on the way there, and three back again. On the way to - I did hop off the train, ran into my office, picked up transportation badge and security badge from LD, scanned a few papers to my email account, went to the bathroom and got on another train to go to the pass office, which was located in another office building a train ride away.
First train was the G Train or subway, which is very clean and everyone wore masks the way they were supposed to - but there was also on ten people in my car. On the way home, with a tad more people - about twenty-five to thirty, a couple didn't know how to wear their masks correctly.
I exited subway at Fort Green -:
[On the way back I took photos of Fort Green]
]And then boarded the commuter train to Jamaica.
Nostrand Avenue Train Station - as seen from my window-
And now, lovely Jamaica Station...
Through the Air Train Building - this is the entrance to the Air Train, my office is down the escalator and on the other side.
And finally
Overall - not a bad trip. But I ran into maskless wonders - mainly at the last stop. Three-five people couldn't figure out how to wear their masks.
Two women kept having it fall below their noses. One, I felt sorry for, she had the blue and white cloth one on - and I asked directions to the bathroom, and it kept falling below her nose, and she kept pushing it back up again. Two guys refused to wear them at all - until they were entering the train.
Breaking bad: How was it, any problems?
ME: Okay, except for Hillside where folks didn't wear masks. And when they did, gaiters and scarves. Even the conductor.
Breaking Bad: They wore gaiters and scarves? I thought those weren't permitted.
Me: Yep. That's why I was amused and befuddled. Someone is not enforcing this.
That was at the Staff Meeting From Doom that I got back in time for. It took four and half hours to do this little field trip. Of course I did go grocery shopping on the way home, so four hours. I got back by 1.
I tried the joke about the Cat Lawyer on Zoom, but it fell flat. Sigh. So I moved on.
***
While writing this missive, I got distracted by the Whedon Mess. And felt the need to defend poor Michelle Trachenburg ("Dawn") on Instagram. The poor thing left the comments open. Sarah Michelle Gellar wisely turned them off. Michelle was being blasted by the naysayers. Seriously, there are people out there who don't believe this typoe of abuse happens on sets. While I was defending her - it occurred to me that ironically I was going through similar abusive behavior and a similar toxic workplace back in the late 1990s early 00s. In fact, I'd become obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel because of that abusive workplace and abusive boss. That period was ripe with serial bullying across industries. Mother also distracted me by calling in the middle of my Instagram text.
Mother: Are you still awake?
ME: Yes, I'm busy defending Michelle Trachenberg on Instagram from assholes.
Mother: Who?
Me: Dawn on Buffy.
Mother: Oh.
Me: I realized while doing so, that ironically I was gaslight and similarly bullied at the same time she was being harassed and bullied. Actually, I've pretty much been bullied in every single work place, current one may be the least worrisome, although its happened there as well.
Mother: Were you bullied at the video game developer?
ME: Oh hell, yes.
Mother: And at the insurance company?
Me: No, that boss protected me. It was a nice lull and she tried to at current place. It's gotten better though and I've kind of put Boss in same category as Lewicky - or first boss at Evil Library Company. He just liked to scream alot. Let's face it - we live in a society that favors asshole behavior. Why did you call me?
Mother: I'm lying in bed and my legs are restless and I can't sleep. And I wanted to talk to someone, I figured you'd be up.
Me: I am.
Poor mother misses my father. She misses lying next to him. Misses being near him. Seeing him every morning. She got weepy this afternoon on the phone. I've been dreading this for years now. Oh well, it is what it is.
I don't want to talk about the impeachment or the Governor or the COVID news. Suffice it to say - I up and left the COVID Science Chat Group on FB after three-four interactions that soured me on the group.
The first? A man said he hoped my parents died, because teachers should be vaccinated at his kids school before elderly or people over 65 - because he was sick of remote learning.
The Second? A man said that the virus probably escaped from a lab, all evidence to the contrary.
Third? A woman was posting about a few people who had severe adverse reactions to the vaccine.
I thought, okay, frak this. I do not need this crap in my head. I have enough nightmares as it is - I do not need help.
I'm tired of the pandemic. Aren't we all? When I got home, I realized my hands were shaking badly, and my heart was racing. I thought I was fine. I listened to Jazz the whole way there and back, interspersed with selections from Barack Obama's Promised Land. I tried to read, but it was hard to focus. I used to have no problems reading on the subway. I've also noticed a tendency to forget words, flip them, use the wrong word, and flip numbers - my mother said she was having this problem too. It's most likely stress over a lengthy period of time?
I've been doing loving kindness meditations every morning, along with headspace meditation. And at the grocery store? I bought chocolate, gluten-free cupcakes, small pints of oatmilk coffee ice cream via Oatly, and Steve's Bourbon Vanilla Small Batch. I'd gone to just get oatmeal, spinach/mixed greens, and almond or cashew milk. Instead, I got those things plus gluten free pasta, organic tomato sauce, shrimp, fruit, water, and the rest. But there was hardly anyone in there, and they had sanitizers everywhere. So it was in some respects as safe as office. My office in Jamaica was safer than the one in Hillside. It was empty. They knew me. Told me to go right inside. And they had new office equipment. But alas, my red sweater was completely damaged - I'd left it over my chair and the cleaning crew sprayed it, which resulted in holes and tears throughout. It looked like it had been eaten. Probably the same thing that happened with the computer. Got too close with their sanitizers.
Ending with another photo from Fort Green...
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Date: 2021-02-12 03:57 am (UTC)