The weather was so nice and the sky so clear that I wouldn’t have thought it was Christmas night. Ive spent much colder Christmases far away from home. So warmth, both physically and emotionally, are welcome.
Knives sharpened. Car gassed up—time for a four-day workweek. I’m off Friday so that I can keep the kids at home and we can goof off. Its always nice to spend what little time they deem appropriate with me. 😏
I took the day off today to have a day. I was going to kick back, watch some TV and have my time. The same plan I had last Wednesday that went awry.
My wife has a meeting on Wednesday mornings, and she overslept, so I offered to take our son to school. That way, she wouldn’t have to drop him off and my daughter off, and she would make it to work on time for her meeting.
That was at 8:15.
Sure enough 10 o’clock rolled around, and I got a phone call.
“Mr. Seegars, your son has been identified as a close contact with a child who has Covid. You will need to come to pick him up.”
Now, we’re not getting overexcited about all this. It doesn’t mean that he has Covid. The way they test here it’s completely plausible that the other kid doesn’t have Covid either.
Now, the reason I’m writing about this, not just because it’s about my day, no it’s about the total circus that I had to go through to pick up my child from school.
I arrived at the school with my mask on (wear the damned mask) and walked into the office. There’s this large plexiglass shield so that the covid won’t get directly on anyone, and I had to yell at the unmasked secretary to get her to pay attention to the fact that someone was standing directly in front of her. She was too busy on her phone.
You’re a school district employee sitting in front of a tax payer on yourphone. Wise up.
She was sufficiently put off about having to do her job.
Then I was told I’d have to go back to the lobby. Again, no one in the office is wearing a mask. Is it for Covid reasons? No. It’s for security reasons. The doors are badged and secured so not just anyone can walk in. What if someone dangerous walked through the door?
Well, guess what? I can be considered someone dangerous, trained by Uncle Sam to be dangerous. Not that I would ever do anything to endanger the lives of anyone around me. But the very reason those doors are there made me kind of laugh. They are not taking security seriously, it’s no joking matter. I take the safety and security of our children in this day and age very seriously. What if the wrong person does walk through those doors?
While I was waiting on my son, I needed to talk to the school nurse. I needed to ask if my daughter who is in high school, would have to quarantine as well because she’s in constant contact with my son.
Here we go again. The secretary isn’t on her phone this time; she’s talking to a coworker. They were close enough to kiss. I knocked on the window, and they both looked at me and then continued to talk.
And so I made my presence known. By loudly banging on the window.
“I need to talk to the nurse please.”
“She’s on the phone.”
“Will you please let her know I need to talk to her.”
“After she gets off the phone. Please sit down.”
She did not let the nurse know. I remained standing because I do what I want.
My son came out, and I had to tell him to go back and get his drum kit from the band room. He walks back through the office past the unmasked folk and goes back to the band room to get his drum kit. Wouldn’t it have been safer, given the situation, for one of the folks from the office to get said kit so that my possibly infected son decreased the amount of contact with anyone else in the school? I guess not.
We sat another ten minutes waiting for the nurse, at which time I had to ask again to talk to the nurse.
Then she comes out and asked why I was leaving without talking to her first.
One, they rushed me out.
Two, I couldn’t get permission from Her Majesty over there to speak to you.
Three, I don’t know the protocol. It’s my first time.
Hell, it’s y’all’s fiftieth time and y’all don’t know what the protocol is.
My daughter doesn’t have to quarantine, which is fine. It makes absolutely no sense at all. But this is fine.
OK, so I am not anti-mask. There is a time and place still for that. It’s a personal choice. I have to wear one at work. All our schools are seeing increases in Covid cases. It would make sense to me that if any of these adults are around a child who is suspected even of having Covid that they would put on a mask. This is not the case. Again, it’s a personal choice. There is no mandate in South Carolina. To me it’s common sense.
The fact that my son was allowed to walk back-and-forth through the school while being suspected of having close contact with someone with Covid bothers me. I’m there to take him home to quarantine him for two weeks, why are you letting him walk back-and-forth through the school?
The security thing is a whole other issue. Public education often gets worse because the people who are running things have public educations. But these are people who were raised in a time when they taught you something you needed to know in school—things like common sense. Which it is said cannot be taught, but you can be taught to mimic it.
I’m going to end my little rant here. I pray that my son is okay. I pray that the other child, his friend, is okay.
On the educational side, I’m not worried about him not being at school. He’s brighter than most of the kids I meet anyway. He has his moments where he is nothing but a dumb kid. But he’s clever, quick, and he’s going to do alright no matter what.
If I were going to give the school district a letter grade today, it would be an F-. only because I think that’s as low as you can go.
It doesn’t take long to stop and enjoy what you happen to enjoy in life. It’s really only stopping for five minutes and taking in what’s around you. I don’t take my camera out of the bag enough; I’m guilty of looking straight down the road and only focusing on the destination as of late when I should be taking time to enjoy the journey.
There’s so much to see and I forget sometimes that I have to work for a living; I am a husband and father, and those come first. And I like my job and love my family.
But what I do, not best and not what I enjoy most, what’s at my core and gives me peace and alone time is this:
Just wandering and exploring and watching the revival of this and destruction of that. I’m an observer; I keep the record so that others might see what we were and what we are to become.
We are starting a new and exciting chapter for our company, working with another nationwide chain to help organize and stock stores. They are shorthanded and need the help.
I have been by myself in a cooler for the majority of the last eight hours. It’s cold, and I’ve been through about 125 cases of drinks.
And that’s cool. We are here for support. This is one of those ten million jobs no one wants, I guess.
The first days on a project are usually the absolute worse. You can only look ahead.
Today absolutely wrecked my arm. I’ve been going to PT because of it and other discomforts. That arm is the one I hurt six years ago at work. It’s also the hand that I nearly cut the thumb off of at work.
I’m beginning to see the problem here.
I have a couple of TENS units. They’re great for helping to get the soreness out for a while.
Something else that helps both arm and back is a good massage.
She’s getting out of the shower and headed my for just that.
I met the boss and his boss this morning to check out a couple of locations we will be doing a test program with. Everything went well, and out of the two locations, I think I got the better one.
The people are friendly, the work is simple, and it’s just running support. The following five weeks should be different, at least. My work life in retail rarely changes.
After that, I went to lunch with the bosses and talked for a while. Me and Derick have worked together a good bit over the past year. I’ve written about him before. Today was my first time meeting Martin face to face. The whole time I’ve worked for this company, I’ve never met the regional manager for my region. Nice fellow. Genuinely likable.
I can work for him.
This afternoon I came home and kicked back awhile and watched Freaky.
For me this was pretty entertaining. I kind of like horror films and I love comedy. I really enjoy Vince Vaughn. There were scenes in this movie I don’t think anyone else could have pulled off properly.
This was on HBOMax. I’d seen the DVD at work, and since it was there and I had the time, why not?