I can’t remember if I wrote about this before. Maybe? I’m way too lazy to look.
I mean, fatigued.
My immune system went into overdrive after my first Pfizer vaccine on Friday. I felt like ass all day Saturday. Today is Sunday and I’m much better. Just a little achy and tired.
While that is all true, I probably wouldn’t have looked anyway.
Anyway, now that I got the first shot down, that means I’m going to have to go back to work in an office. With other people. I’m weeks away. Do I think it’s going to be horrible? No. I mean probably. It’s been so long. I have a routine. I like my routine. I’m productive and people from work don’t talk to me unless they have to. I’m an introvert. I trained for this lifestyle my entire life.
Do I think it’s going to suck and take a while to get used to? I’d say on a scale from “Rush hour traffic to “Communal bathroom”, I’m looking squarely at a “getting asked over and over if I enjoy being back in the office.” So yeah, definitely going to suck for a while.
I believe I have mentioned this before, but I wish it were socially acceptable to tell people to stop talking and then they’d stop talking and go away.
Two jobs ago, I worked with a woman who would find her way to my office once a week or so, she would sit down lean in and and say “I couldn’t wait to talk to you. You are going to love this.”
I knew I wouldn’t love it. I was completely positive I wouldn’t love it.
I didn’t love it the dozens and dozens of other times she stopped by to tell me office gossip. Half the time I didn’t even know who the people were she was talking about. We worked in different buildings. It always takes a while for me to meet all the people I work with, because unless I have to work on a project for them or with them, then I respect their privacy. I don’t think I’ve ever had a job where I could correctly identify every person by name. I’ve been at this job for 6 years. I’m going to say I could correctly identify about half the people.
Situations like that is where “stop talking” would come in handy.
Someone would start telling you something that you have no interest in. In fact, if you are forced to have their words jammed in your ear holes, the slightly good mood you were in is going to slip away. Instead of that happening, you just say “Oh, stop talking.”
I mean, you have be nice.
For instance, if you say “stop talking,” and the other person responds with “Oh, okay! Have a great day”, then it would be polite to say “you too.”
You should not respond with “Pretty sure I just said stop talking,” You can, however, think it all you want.
I’m just saying, if that were socially acceptable, that would make returning to the office a little easier.
Speaking of people. Damn.
The facility where I got my first shot is a university’s basketball arena. It’s not stadium size or anything, but it’s still pretty fucking big. The national guard was there directing traffic and answering questions. I had to walk into a building with hundreds of people after being around hardly any people for nearly a year.
I got signed in and was directed to a line for the shot.
Some dude got in line behind me and stood maybe 18 inches behind me. So I scooted up a little, trying to send a non-verbal cue, but he just kept right up with me. I had to turn around and tell him he was too close. We should be 6 feet apart.
He was gracious enough. At least he didn’t get mad. I was already freaking out being around people, no way could I handle a confrontation as well.
They were organized and kept everything moving. Other than the dude breathing down my neck, I felt safe.
I got my shot and was directed to another large room with rows and rows of folding chairs set 6 feet apart. We had to sit for 15 minutes to make sure we weren’t going to have a bad reaction to our shot.
I walked to the far end of the row I was directed to and took my sear. The “too close” guy was in the row behind me trying to chat up the girl next to him.
Too close guy: Crazy, isn’t it? It’s good though, we’ll be back to normal soon.
Unsuspecting woman: Um, yeah.
TCG: I hated to take time out of my busy day, but this is important.
For all that is fucking holy dude, stop talking, she doesn’t want to talk to you.
TCG: I work in finance, have for years. What do you do?
Turns out she also worked in finance. Not that it mattered, no matter her answer, he would use it as a springboard to talk about himself.
TCG: How long have you been at your job?
UW: 20 years.
TCG: You don’t look old enough to have worked anywhere for 20 years.
UW: Well, thanks.
TCG: Yeah, I like to think about retirement. But my wife makes six figures as well and a second home would be really great.
Oh, for fuck’s sake. See? First time I’ve been around other humans in a year and this is the first thing I am forced to listen to? This is why I don’t want to be around people.
I’m just giving you the highlights.
Mostly, it was TCG saying “Blah blah blah, derpity derp, me me me me me me me” or “I would be lost without my personal assistant. He really gets me through my days.”
My 15 minutes were up and some National Guard soldier asked if I was feeling okay. I grabbed my purse and said “Yes.”
Apparently, I was a little too enthusiastic for the soldier. He held his hand up and said “Are you sure?”
Oh my god, dude, is this going to be a thing? Are you going to arrest me? Am I going to have to face a firing squad? I want to leave. I want to leave now. I have had my fill of people for the day. Get the fuck out of my way. Or at least tell that dude to stop talking. See? THIS is why we need to be able to say “Stop talking.”
Okay, what I said was “Yes.”
He stepped aside and I went back to the parking lot where Randy was waiting.
Does my story end there? No, because I am me, of course not. But really, I don’t feel like I’m to blame for my wandering up and down through the parking lot looking for our car.
I was careful to note the letter and number on the light pole by our car when I left for my shot. I have been lost in many parking lots and parking garages in my life. There came a time, when I had enough, I went from “never being quite sure where I parked” to “obsessive about remembering where I parked”. Sometimes, I take pictures of landmarks with my phone.
C2. Our car was by C2. Simple enough. No photographic clues were necessary.
It was cold and windy and I was ready to take off my masks. I get to C2 and there’s no car there.
I called Randy trying to keep the righteous indignation to a minimum. “Ummmm, did you move the car?”
He did not move the car. He noticed that two light poles, fairly far apart, were both labeled C2.
If you are going to use a letter and number scheme on light poles in your parking lot, then they should fucking be unique. This isn’t rocket science.
All in all, a small price to pay to be on my way to fully vaccinated.
I am grateful.
I am relieved.
I am trying not to freak out about rejoining my fellow cube dwellers.
I hope you all are safe and are able to get your vaccination as well.