Normally I would start a post with some kind of dramatic story opening about what has been going on in my life, but honestly, my brain is too fried out to even try and come up with something. Besides, the entire world is more or less on the same playing field, in terms of global events happening. So many people said that 2020 was gonna be “the year.” I’ve never seen so many people who actually set goals for themselves and take all of the steps needed in order to reach them. Friends and family where taking big risks to not only push further in a career that they liked, but many were finally taking the big leap it take the chance at being happy doing what they like instead of being stuck at a dead-end 9-to-5.
And then the world decided to give a giant “fuck you” to everybody. From starting off the year with almost having another world war happen, forced to work during a global pandemic and seeing protests happen all over the world for #blacklivesmatter, I can safely and honestly say this:
2020 has been one fucked up roller-coaster of emotions, events, and movements of unparalleled proportions. Let’s hope the world and everybody on it will finally be able to create a new sense of normality so that we can all at least enjoy summer to some kind of degree. But let’s get to some quick updates to help bring the mood back up even a bit.
I’m not sure if anybody noticed, or even cared, but as you can tell, I’m not dead. January and February were slowly getting me used to a normal routine of a balanced work life and managing my story works. I was starting to find a weekly, or even daily, rhythm of working for a living and content creating. The last day I actually posted anything on the website was over two months ago on March 29th. That was a quick little bit I did when I was taking pictures of what the streets of New York City looked like during the beginning of the quarantine. (New Plague City Finally Fell Asleep) Ever since that post I actually wanted to take more photos and do quick stories about them, but working was taking an extra hard toll on my body more than usual. Because of the whole corona quarantine happening in New York, my job had a severe cut of the daily man power that’s usually there on a daily basis. On an average day, there’s about fourteen to eighteen of us to manage the work load.
Ever since March… there was only about five of us t most. Some days it would only be me and my boss there. And on top of that, I’ve been doing literal opening to closing shifts, so my days always start at nine in the morning and don’t end no earlier than seven-thirty. So on average, I’m doing ten plus hours a day, four to five days a week. And my body hurts like there’s no tomorrow. My job was considered “essential” by New York State requirements, so we stayed open. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful that I still have a job. But at the same time, due to the extra hard demand from work, my entire body is stretched to the limit and beyond on a daily basis. I could go on and on about what it was like working during the quarantine, but I’ll probably save that for another time, in case people are really curious.