Coronavirus brokenness (2 of 3): Apparent bottle.

The other week when I was going into work, the sidewalk outside the subway stop by my house had many shards of glass on top of it from what looked like a big bottle broken onto the middle of it.

That night when I got home, the glass was still there, and I noticed some big black plastic and silver metal bits in the middle of all the glass, and I realized that they were the crafted bits of a French press coffee maker.

Coronavirus brokenness (1 of 3): Presumed wine bottle.

The other week when I was going in to work at my one assisted living client's with disabilities, the lobby of her building smelt like wine, and there was remnants of a large purple puddle on the white tiles on the righthand side of the lobby, like half a puddle, since it must have been a big puddle and formed outward or into by the wall there.

Coronavirus etc. (2 of 2): Humor.

At my one resthome job, I was telling the one resident with a good sense of humor, the one who I joke with that she's a partier, that she's fortunate to be a heavy drinker in these times, since all of that bourbon she drinks sterilizes her gullet.

Coronvirus etc. (1 of 2): Help.

At my one resthome job, I've stood there and sung "Happy Birthday" twice for the one resident with a good sense of humor, to time her as she washes her hands.

My Passover joke this year.

Q: What do you get when you drink too much wine at Passover?

A: Charoses of the liver.

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"Thank you folks, I'll be here all night."

Coronavirus thankfulness, redux.

One thing that this coronavirus crisis has made me realize is that I'm like 10,000% thankful not to be in higher education right now.

If I was a shittily paid temp teacher, I'd have to rehaul all my classes for online, for like no pay, and to make them even more work than they'd normally be, all as I probably face enrollment cuts and cut classes in the near future, as there's a boatload of unemployed people and it's even harder to switch jobs than ever before.

And, tenured professors in a lot of places are suddenly facing big bump-ups in courseloads, even apart from the budget cuts that'll be coming up everywhere.

If you rewound my life so that I didn't face severe faculty bullying and so that somehow everything made me a little bit lucky above my talent and my pedigree and my preparation, I'd have graduated from my Ph.D. program somewhere around 2014, maybe gotten into a tenure track job somewhere a bit after that, which'd make me only be receiving tenure now, which'd make me be emerging into an even more decimated system and face being trapped in a horrific work environment due to likely general shittiness and almost non-existent job mobility, after years of like 70-80 hour weeks.

No thanks to that.

Where I'm at is not ideal, especially in terms of money, but it's a lot better than a good version of the path that I had been on.

Coronavirus thankfulness.

The other week at work, my one (Mexican) coworker was saying to me that we have no money and we'd be wiped out quickly if we lost our jobs, but when she looks at everything that's happening, she's glad that we work in the field that we do, since we are guaranteed to have jobs, and that's more than a lot of people right now.

"I feel lucky," she was like.

"You know things are bad, if you feel lucky to be in a situation where you have me as a coworker," I was like.

"That's very true," she was like.