July 29, 2020
Okay, when did it get to be 29 July? I mean for reals! Independence Days was like a week ago, right?
The town hall with the uni prez was yesterday, and honestly, it just seemed like more of the same; there wasn't any new information and a lot of 'we've got options for after September 8....the students are already selecting what sort of modality they'd like..." blah, blah, blah.
The dean's follow up email was far more informative backed by one from the chair of the department. I have a better idea of what to expect now.
In the shuffle, one of my sections was changed, and well, okay. Better than the spring semester when students have chosen my class. That pisses me off. Now, the schedule is 9, 11, 1, and 2. Still a good day. Later classes and I don't get on well. And the good news, the dept was able to hire back a few of the adjuncts. I don't know who yet, but a small victory.
One thing that has me concerned is that if an employee contracts the virus, the uni won't be held responsible because it has offered every attempt for safe working conditions or some blather. Really? Again, this all strikes me as inviting the vampire into the house. Brian said this is the way now, the onus is no longer on the corporation but on the individual. The moral compass of this country spins like the propeller of a helicopter. Get too close and "Off with their heads!"
In an article by Brittany Wong, in the Huffington Post, I read, "Quarantine fatigue has many of us subscribing to a kind of magical thinking" ("Stop try to Live..."). Beedubz and I were talking about this yesterday as we vacillate between 'it's not that bad' to 'omg, we live in a hot spot and our county has over 75+ new infections every day.' It's exhausting, y'all, and more importantly, there's no escape from this thing. Even though fortunately, I haven't had to worry about money this summer, I don't much feel like I've had the mental break I think I need.
Guess I'll get on with the day; there are things to do.