Now that the vaccines are out and about, and we’re impatiently awaiting the end of pandemic restrictions, have you put any thought into a post-Covid world, and what that might look like?
I’ve wondered if masks might become a permanent part of my wardrobe, if the Western handshake will be replaced by the Eastern bow, if my poor neglected passport will ever escape the drawer its imprisoned in, but that’s as far as it went.
In the kitchen, baking cookies I had no business baking, I saw it—our post-Covid world.
You’ve seen it too, in all its HD clarity.
It’s been awhile since 2009 so you might not remember, but the movie ends with people stumbling out of their houses, blinking in the daylight most of them haven’t seen in years. Unshaven, unwashed, wrapped in bathrobes, they’re lost in a world they’re no longer familiar with.
OMG, Yes! Have you seen my robe?
FYI, the cookies came out pretty well 🙂
Joel worked late, the desks outside the glass walls of his office empty. The lights on the floor low, but…he flicked a glance at the corner of his screen…not for long.
He read through the report he’d been working on, checked the numbers again, and hit save. His eyes on the outer office door, he leaned back in his chair, stretched his legs out under his desk, and waited.
The frosted glass door, the company name and logo etched front and centre, swung open. The lights came up, and a cleaning cart bumped over the threshold.
The orange vest was hideous. You would think, after all these weeks, Joel would be inured to its repellant neon sheen, but no. Too long, too wide, it hung on the man wearing it. Granted, the damn thing was probably one size fits all, and the guy wasn’t big.
Tell-tale white plastic hanging out of his ears, head bopping to music only he could hear, the man pushed the cart to the first desk. Black hair pulled into an undercut ponytail hung past the guy’s shoulders as he grabbed a spray bottle and cloth.
Desk cleaned, computer wiped down, and waste basket emptied, man and cart moved to the next cubicle. After almost two months of watching this man work, Joel had the routine down. The outer office first, desk to desk, cubicle to cubicle. Next, the vacuum cleaner mowed under chairs, and between desks. Joel’s office, the only enclosed space on the floor, was tackled last.
A knock on his open office door, a nod of greeting, and green eyes smiled in at him. Joel never got used to that smile either. He shut his laptop down, grabbed his suit jacket off the back of his chair, and got out of the guy’s way.
Same routine, desk, laptop, wastebasket. The vacuum cleaner whirred and was hooked back into place on the rolling cart. Joel, leaning against a desk in the cubicle outside his office, watched and waited. The earbuds disappeared into the guy’s pocket. The neon vest dropped onto the collection of cleaning supplies.
Hand on his cart, the man turned, tossed a smile at Joel. “Good to go?”
Not everyone is. Some people don’t hide in the back row of a group picture, or obsess over the fact that the camera sees everything.
Certainly not this guy…
Oh, sorry. You probably don’t recognize him—with his clothes on.
Will Amos, federal Liberal MP for Pontiac, Quebec got caught with his pants down on Zoom.
What? You don’t strip down in your office after a jog?
Probably not while participating in a video meeting with colleagues.
Vive La Belle Province!
Your shovel is back in the garage, your winter boots returned to the closet, and you’ve got an appointment to have your tires changed, but…
Is summer really on it’s way?
Spring jacket? Check.
Buds on the shrub in the front yard? Check.
Moose in the swimming pool? Uh…What?
While I’m not a big believer in proverbs and folk wisdom, I hope the above saying is true.
After a year of bad and worse news, we could all use a little luck.
Heading into the third wave of Crippling Covid, and yet another lockdown here in Ontario, I have to say I’m feeling a little hopeless, and helpless, and tired.
Yes, the vaccines are rolling out, and the news broadcasts report light at the end of the tunnel, but I’m wondering …
When the storm is over, just how big and bright is that rainbow going to be?