Back in the office, back in the doghouse

I was allowed to return to work today, although a few staff members looked at me as if I should permanently have a mask stuck to my face. I don’t understand how people are still confused about the virus and how it spreads after nearly TWO YEARS of cases and advice. If someone doesn’t have it, they can’t pass it on to you. Isn’t that true of all illnesses??? By the logic of some of these worryworts, I should probably wear a condom all the time just IN CASE I have AIDS without knowing it and just IN CASE it has suddenly developed the ability to leap from one unsuspecting body into another.
Anyway, I must let all this weird rage subside or I won’t get anything done.

There’s quite a nice atmosphere on the sites at the moment. It’s Autumnal, without being too cold. It’s half term, so there’s lots of excited children around enjoying a family holiday. For many of them, this is their first time away since the pandemic started, and they’re just delighted that there isn’t another holiday-cancelling lockdown to deal with. If you’re eight years old, and you’ve been stuck at home due to the Covid restrictions, that’s A QUARTER of your life that has been dominated by this bloody thing. So I’m not surprised that young Jennifer from Wolverhampton is charging around the play area like an unleashed dynamo. It’s her first time away since October 2019 and all that pent-up energy is exploding out of her like a fireworks night rocket exploding from a milk bottle (in years gone by when people still did that). She’s determined to enjoy her week, and I’m determined to help her.
This is so much more satisfying than petrol station management, even when my colleagues look at me like I’m Plague Patient Zero.

RC 26-10-21