Lulu’s Spring Break has been extended through Monday March 23, 2020. The school still completed the planned deep clean yesterday and will finish today. No change for the faculty and staff who will report back on Monday March 16, 2020.
Meanwhile on the work front, our CEO sent an email yesterday afternoon that said at least 25% of non-member contact and 2100 more member contact employees must work from home beginning Monday March 16 until further notice. Travel restrictions are tightened as well. Our boss followed with an email that said unless there is business need to be in the office, all of us are to work from home in accordance with the CEO’s email. I am thankful that my leadership read in that at least 25% could be 100%. Other areas are picking people causing angst and churn while some member contact employees are beside themselves. All this while we have no cases of San Antonio residents with covid19 (not including those from other places but quarantined at Lackland).
We are preparing for the end of days. I couldn’t have imagined this situation in my wildest dreams. I wonder if society will be forever changed by social distancing which quite frankly occurs already. Add the superstitions of Friday the 13th giving me the feels and not in a good way. Instead I am wondering how I will keep up my walking routine without going into the mother ship. I overthink my own movements as I go out and about without a care in the world. Spring Break has been awesome from Texas Tulips to other stay-cation activities. Wednesday we went to Painting With A Twist. Yesterday we took a lovely stroll along the Riverwalk for 3 1/2 miles. Today is wax day dammit and we are not sick but what if we pass someone who is? What if we already did? Ugh! I could so easily become a hermit.
Yet the odds are forever in our favor (thank you Elizabeth Banks from Hunger Games). Not everyone will get this and about 80% who do have mild cases. We have no other health conditions thank you Jesus. But B is an old man and apparently this virus favors old men. But I jest. This virus is an indiscriminate bastard. I will wash my hands as obsessively as I did before and try not to touch my face which is harder than one imagines. What else is a girl to do?
As always, more to come.