I feel like tempers are fraying. Mine certainly is. I was ready for the weekend by Wednesday. Our workload is going up, and everyone is scrambling to figure out childcare for the summer. We’ve been told to expect to remain teleworking through at least July 15.
I’ve been trying to get a particular tool/license for more than a year. I did the research. I priced the options. I checked out whether the provider meets security standards and if it has other similar customers/clients. I had demos and included potential users. I put in the funding request for the last fiscal year and this fiscal year with the primary use case and a hypothetical use case. I updated the pricing periodically. I’m not sure what value the “coordinator” has added, since any justification request was immediately bounced to me. I included it in the new end of FY and next FY budget request a couple of weeks ago. And then Coordinator, who our Director thinks is already handling this, called to ask me if I had any opinions about this tool, or if I had thought of the use case or how many licenses we might need or how it could be administered. Why, yes, I have. AND I GAVE YOU THIS INFORMATION IN SEPTEMBER, THEN AGAIN IN FEBRUARY, AND TWO WEEKS AGO. But sure, I’ll give it to you again.
Thursday was…not ideal. Stepdad’s mobility has declined a lot in the last couple of years and he’s very accident prone (falls, stumbles) and has limited range for walking and length of time standing, even with the support of a cane. (He has rejected the idea of a walker or wheelchair to date.) What he took to be a fall last week turns out to have been an initial stroke or mini-stroke. He’s hospitalized and working on being stabilized, but needs surgery; the surgery may cause paralysis but doing nothing will also cause paralysis. So. Can call and check on him, but can’t visit.
Yesterday after work I went to the grocery store, which was incredibly anxiety-inducing. I usually go early Saturday or Sunday morning. Friday afternoon shopping was a bad idea. It was busier than I’m accustomed to, although the cashier told me that it would get much busier after 5pm. No one was social distancing. While everyone was wearing a mask nominally, most of them had them pulled aside so they could talk on their phone or drink something, or just not covering their noses. There was toilet paper in stock! No bleach or wipes though. (I needed dish detergent, which was in that aisle.) The eggs looked pretty picked over, but there was plenty of milk, cheese, yogurt, and frozen foods.
I finally steeled myself and read Akim Aliu’s Player’s Tribune piece. It was as terrible as expected. To then read the bullshit article* published by The Athletic’s Fluto Shinzawa glorifying the bullying of a Bruins player, framed as “boys will be boys”, and using really tone-deaf, ugly language made me wonder again if hockey and hockey media are redeemable. It normalizes verbal/mental abuse, and articulates a homogeneous, white, cis-het, masculine worldview that thinks anything else is Less Than and deserves persecution until conformity is achieved. The only excuse I can think is that The Athletic doesn’t employ anyone who is not already steeped in the -isms that are hockey culture, to the detriment of both the company and the writers.
*The article’s headline and one shortish paragraph have been removed. But the headline is still visible in the author’s Twitter feed, and the rest of the article remains pretty illustrative of oblivious, ugly, dudebro behavior at best. The edited out piece can be seen in a screen grab in the replies to the author’s Tweet. The comments are both excellent and awful, with readers who are horrified and readers who say that’s a normal working environment.