Word on the streets is a “new norm”…
I construct my ideal new norm.
It consists of working remotely, with the ability to step into my own garden two or three times during the workday, to reset my brain.
A bit of respite from the turbulence and chaos and mind-spinning element that work has become.
I am peacefully enchanted by the possibilities…
And then I get shaken with the jolt of reality from my spouse, my dearly beloved.
He shares his nightmare with me – a waking thing, a thought that consumes him.
His new normal is going in to work in a place, a space, an essential business factory environment where the ‘non-essential’ staff has retired to their own safe and comfy little spaces.
He relates that he wanted to solve a problem, where a unit of measure was incorrect in their ordering system, and so the 12 units they were ordering hit their department with a cost of $2400 because one unit in the system equated to one pallet, when in actuality, when he ordered one unit, he received one item, not a pallet.
So, he had the computer open to the issue. (he’s extremely low-tech, so had no known method to share this information).
He took the laptop and walked to the office of the person who could help him solve the issue.
A non-essential who retreated.
He was resigned to the fact that he had to continue to deal with a problem that could not be resolved by him.
He had no support.
And so, his nightmare thought – he and the workers alongside him are ‘being fed to the wolves’.
They are the cattle being forced to endure, out there, with no support, bringing in their own germs and attitudes, with no respite except to return home at the end of a long and mentally demoralizing day.
Feeling used – abandoned. Left to be the slaughter for the safety of the non-essentials.
Let’s look at the whole picture folks, not just the one we think fits us best.