I’ve been away from blogging
(the featured image is of a cherry grown from a tree I planted 10 years ago. It fruited in July. A timely metaphor for this period of time.)
I can’t point to any one reason why I haven’t blogged this past month-plus. Guess the creative tank was empty. I tried to force myself to write a couple times the past month…
Last month I installed an app that tracks my phone use. Its called “StayFree” (I’m not being paid to say this, though I’d sell out to). And my results have been… Embarrassing.
I have a serious internet addiction problem. (Though I guess the app missed all the time I spent listening to audiobooks on audible. I don’t count that time since it’s good for me.) I’ve known this has been a problem for a while, and especially the past year. But damn. 274 hours?! Oof.
The content I did write didn’t feel up to par. I don’t know. I’ve felt scattered and unfocused when writing. Maybe I’m being too hard on myself, or stuck in perfectionist tendencies. (Edit: today I cut up and saved the useful bits. Which became this post)
Whatever it is, I feel like my life is at another transition point. I feel a shift to something new.
French Toast, Donny Burgers, Peanut Butter, and Lemon Slushee Weed oh my!
It’s been a bit since the last blog post. (34 days!) I’ve simply been busy. Well, not that busy… More focused on doing well at my new job. Hyper-focused. I like what I do for work: trimming weed, my coworkers, and the company. (I wish that I could post pictures. I can’t because this is a form of social media. I wonder if it’s okay a)
Eat, work, sleep. Repeat. As for writing, it’s felt like the creative well was low, and I needed a small break.
Everything is going well, and I’m slowly feeling secure the company will last more than 4 months. ( I have no reason to see that they’d close or fail. Thanks anxiety… )
I’m giving it my all, and am happy to. The goal of the company is to have the best cannabis in the state. Its a mindset shift. At my last job, they also had high standards for trimming, but you can only do so much with average quality product. Its so refreshing to work at a company like this. Its like a high end restaurant… Without the soul destroying stress, heat, or snobbery.
Last week, we were ‘bucking’ which is to cut cured and dried branches of product to a smaller size for storage, and the work room smelled like french toast. The kind that uses fake high fructose corn syrup, imitation vanilla extract, butter, and ground cinnamon/nutmeg you can find in a grocery store spice shelf.
A huge perk of working with weed is the aromas. The best stuff or dank, can smell like so many things. From diesel, to skunk, to flowers, to a tropical island, to french toast. Grown perfectly, it sticks to your gloved hands.
They’ve been around 5 years, built a massive new warehouse to grow multiple times more product due to demand, and hiring people to meet it.
The work is pleasant, yet challenging. I feel it’s opened my mind back to a time when I enjoying being the best I can. To grow every day at work. I had this at my last weed job too. Its a very different culture when everyone is in the same building. My last job was a branch location. (Except for our growing team. There is a massive warehouse where our weed is grown. It used to be in our building.) Its a nice change to regularly see the owner and upper management around doing whatever needs done. They ask how we’re doing. They want feedback for improvement and mean it.
So many green flags, yet I’m paranoid. I’m trying not to worry about the other shoe dropping. I don’t want to lose this job. Good people, good work place, good company.
Once again, the coronavirus pandemic has been the antagonist.
(AKA: Yes, but) I had two separate covid scares week. I was feeling sick on Monday — fatigue, fever, muscle soreness, and common cold symptoms– so I left work after 45 minutes. I drove to the drive thru testing center and got a precautionary Covid test to be safe. The test center said results would be ready in 24-48 hours. So, I had that stress along with not knowing what’s up.
Tuesday morning, the first covid test was negative! What a relief… I’m just sick with a cold. So I took it easy. I had just enough energy to fill my ballot, and dropped it off at a local community center voting drop box…. Driving there in my new car!
I finally have my own car! A 2013 Toyota Prius! All thanks to my Dear Aunt M! Love you Aunt M!
Wednesday I went to work driving by myself in my car for the first time in… like 7 or 8 years. That whole time I was sharing a car with my mother because it was convenient and I couldn’t afford another car. Basically because of poor mental health and working minimum wage jobs. But hey, my mental health has improved so much due to therapy and the right mix of medications. If it wasn’t for my own persistence for my health, and good decisions, I would not be in this good spot where I have options. I still have stuff to work on, but l’m treading water. I’ll take it. With this I can progress. I am so grateful all of that.
I worked the day, double masked for safety. I got through the day, but was exhausted. I should have stayed home.
Thursday morning, I turn on my phone and get a message on slack from one of my bosses. Another potential Covid exposure at work on Monday. Work was cancelled, everyone who got tested got a sick day. I got tested again and had to wait another 24 hours for a result.
Friday. That morning the result was: Negative! Whew. It seems most of my coworkers tested negative too, so that is reassuring. I decided to take Friday off too as I wasn’t much better.
In Summary, Two negative covid tests, but a strong cold. Waiting for test results is fucking stressful. While we have a mask mandate at work, it could be enforced a bit more. I feel like there needs to be a company meeting going over what masks are considered safe (A few coworkers wear neck gaiters, which don’t provide proper protection), how to properly wear a mask (Aka over the nose, on at all times inside), and we need a vaccine requirement for employment.
I’m fucking tired of being considerate anymore. Way past being patient. It’s been 16 months. The pandemic is still raging, and I’ve done everything right. It’s fucking bullshit that only 50% of people are vaccinated at this point. I wish our government would save the remaining vaccines for the kids under 12, send the rest out to the parts of the world that actually want them, and force the unvaccinated adults (who do not have a valid medical exemption) to have pay for it through our insurance system. I want to run up to a denier and shake them. Don’t you care about kids? Don’t you care about the elderly? Don’t you care about the sick? Don’t you care about the well being of your friends or family? Don’t you care about your fellow human?
This lyric from A change gon come by Sam Cooke sums up how I feel right now as an American, as a person of the world:
“Then I go to my brother
And I say, “Brother, help me please”
But he winds up knockin’ me
Back down on my knees”
This came up on Genius.com for the song lyrics:
“This line refers to Blacks in the United States who did not openly support the Civil Rights Movement. Often, these people were afraid of violent retribution, and preferred to keep their fellow men “on their knees” in front of whites to avoid conflict. Cooke’s record producers were especially guilty of this.
They were more interested in keeping him popular among white listeners, than allowing him to speak out against race-related injustices in his music. This song was the first politically charged recording of Cooke’s, and was his way of “getting off of his knees.”
Ironically, the track was initially buried on the B-side of a semi-popular single by his producers. Rather than being released to stand on its own, the executives were too worried it would degrade Cooke’s popularity with whites.”https://genius.com/1300893
It’s no wonder why it another civil rights reckoning is happening during the pandemic. (Fucking stalled in the Senate by the same people making the pandemic worse, Republicans). Everyone is equal in the face of a virus. Corona Virus doesn’t care about your skin color, your feelings, your politics, anything about you. It exist to spread in the ideal conditions. The only way you are safe is to get the vaccine. To wear a mask, and distance from others.
You know… I think I need a Pandemic Anger Anonymous support group. Something. Another year of this? Ugh.
Oh, I finally feel a sense of peace and understanding regarding all the grief I went through last year. I’m truly sorry, and vow to never act that way ever again.
Its nice to not have that weighing on me everyday… on top of 2021’s stuff.
Rest in Peace, Aunt Ann.
Thank you for reading this, I realize I haven’t been consistently lately… And I want to get back on the blog horse. If you enjoyed this, please give it a like, and tell me what you think in the comments! Don’t forget to subscribe to my email list for updates!
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