Gigi assembled her planners, her calendars, her pens, pouches, and post-its before her on the desk and stood over them like a general surveying maps. Gigi was a creature of habit and to her, even the slightest change in routine was frightening so she came up with a strategy to cope with her new normal of working remotely.
Views on working from home are subjective and for Gigi it was not an easy condition to accept; however, heightened COVID concerns, a daily death toll rise and a virus creating more questions than answers prompted anunavoidable governmental shutdown, causing most companies to send their employees home. Tomorrow was Gigi’s first work day outside the office and she needed to check to make sure everything was in place. She setup her workspace, laid out her clothes and packed herself a lunch for the day. She’d even decided to change the color tone of her new home office to one comparable to the workplace. This may all sound like pure comedy but it was Gigi’s disturbing reality.
When morning came Gigi awakened to a pretty bad snow storm. She proceeded with her usual routine – took a shower, combed her hair, got dressed, cooked breakfast and enjoyed a few minutes of calm before starting her work day. Ten minutes later Gigi sat at her beautiful nut-brown desk to turn on her computer and suddenly the lights went out. The storm had caused a power outage expected to last 24-48 hours. All of Gigi’s careful preparation to pull things together became moot at that moment, as things very quickly fell apart.
First thing I want to say is I LOVE SOCCER! My son played competitively during his youth and I’ve been a fan since he got started.
Watching the English Premier League has had me pissed off many of times. You have players who commit blatant fouls that aren’t called by the referee, although the smirk and gestures of the offending player show purposeful intent. Then there are those players who fall flat out on the pitch, kicking and screaming after the most delicate push, making it convincing enough for the referee to book the other player. The inconsistency in calls creates a good bit of tension amongst players and the remainder of the match looks like a hockey game. I bet if these guys were mic’d up we’d hear “Get stuffed!” most of the game.
This is just my untrained TV linesman analysis, which admittedly is a little bias at times but I don’t think too many fans would dissent from my assessment. Either way, I’ll be sitting snug on my sofa tomorrow watching the Liverpool v. Manchester United match.
Today I decided to turn away from CNN and ended up immersed in an old movie classic. The 1978 production of the award-winning film The Wiz (Motown Records) is based on the story of The Wizard of Oz but features an all-black cast, a concept modeled after the original stage musical production of the same name. Included in the cast is the incomparable Diana Ross as Dorothy, Michael Jackson as the Scarecrow, Nipsey Russell as the Tin Man, Ted Ross as the cowardly Lion, Lena Horne as Glinda the Good Witch and Richard Pryor as the finagling Oz. It’s widely believed this was the comeuppance needed for the then 20 year old (& cute as a button) MJ. Having already been known as a musical artist and member of The Jackson 5, MJ’s role in The Wiz earned him many accolades and also introduced him to Quincy Jones, who’s credited for playing a huge roll in starting Jackson’s illustrious music career.
Watching The Wiz convinced me to download several of its soundtrack songs, which I further appreciate the significance of as an adult:
“You Can’t Win” speaks to how, even though there is nothing or no one of power holding them back, some people remain stagnant because others have influenced and conditioned them to believe they can’t make it. Those folks most likely are stuck in their own self-imposed limited world where misery loves company. “You can’t win, you can’t break even and you can’t get out of the game”
Then I found myself lost in “A Brand New Day,” a song of hope, joy and freedom, which, considering the all-black cast, had a more obvious and powerful backstory than where my mind wandered today. I began imagining a future when we are out from under this trouble we’re in with the pandemic and the political and social atrocities plaguing our world. Actually, that’s somewhat the same backstory! “Everybody look up and feel the hope that we’ve been waiting for”
Sorting through my old posts brought me back here (March 21, 2019) and it’s a pretty good fit for today’s Three Things Challenge.
This was written long ago when we could still socialize without fear of death from a virus or hostile takeover. Being in the doldrums shortly prior, it was difficult to feel inspired to do much of anything. Just after having emerged from a place of despair, some friends invited me to a paint & sip event that turned out to be so much of what I needed at the time; something enjoyable, not stressful.
It feels so good to be back with my blog community! But I must say, taking the break I did was much needed. I think “overdue” is a more accurate term…