Report by Trentin Quarantino
I wake up feeling like shit. I suppose I had a reasonable night's sleep but I don't feel particularly rested. I have to work tonight and am already dreading the 45+ minute journey to (not my) home office, but that's later. First I worry about food - which seems the norm for me these days.
I ask Harley if she has any preference before I go to the store - I'm going to try the local butcher's instead of the supermarket for a change, and she is keen on turkey legs. So I mask up and head outside to search for food, and a short time later I'm home again with two delicious looking turkey legs.
I throw my mask in the pan with the mask I wore yesterday so they can be boiled and sterilized before re-wearing them, and that simple task is all it takes to encourage a meltdown with Harley - the mixing of colours along with the price of the turkey legs sets of a long bout of depressive crying and sadness.
After what seems like a few hours of sitting and talking about things she calms down enough to get started with cooking the legs.
It worries me a lot how easily she breaks down at the moment, and I really wish there was something I can do to make things easier for her - the combination of the virus and the lockdown and the work nonsense and all the previous issues she was already dealing with are really getting to her, and as much as I want to provide the stability she needs to get through all this I can't help but worry it won't be enough.
But I guess all I can do is try to be there for her every day and hope that between us we can get to the other side of the mess.
By the time the turkey is cooked I just have time to eat and then I have to head to work. And then I don't as the big boss mis-manager calls me to tell me that I now have special dispensation to work in the office instead of having to travel across town. So Harley and I spend the extra hour on the couch just being there for one another before I finally head to work.
Once there I quickly adapt to the weirdness caused by being the only person in a building that can hold a few thousand, get myself set up, and start taking calls. And then the guy that was bugging me a couple of days ago about the new account does so again. We spend about 40 minutes with him amusing himself doing whatever it is he does on my machine remotely while I sit and read a book, only for him to finally admit to himself that I actually don't have the accesses I need for this account so he should stop bothering me.
After that it's a fairly boring night. At just after midnight I get a message from Harley wishing me a happy birthday, and I spend the rest of the night at work just waiting for it to be over so I can go home and have three days off work.
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