Waiting for the Bomb to Go Off

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Life for me, in this pandemic, hasn’t changed much. I still get up in the morning and drive to work. I spend my day at the office, filled with bosses and coworkers, where we push forward on projects. At home, my wife continues to homeschool our son. His home education hasn’t stopped even due to the Coronavirus/COVID-19. Life hasn’t changed much for the Texas Halls.

And yet life has changed all around us. From the local grocery store being out of such things as rice, yeast, and other baking supplies. To hearing stories about people around us dying, oftentimes alone/separated from their spouses, due to hospital quarantines.

Spring, in the South, is filled with severe weather days. Days where we:

  • See the skies darken
  • Hear the thunder, off in the distance
  • Watch for for rotation in the clouds
  • Find ourselves praying over the weather

Tornadoes are a real threat in the violence of Spring. A time of pollen and a time for death from above. There are days where we feel like we are waiting for the bomb to go off, for the hammer to drop. That feeling of anticipation we experience every Spring is the same feeling I feel, right now, in the midst of this pandemic. Even though my life hasn’t changed one bit, I feel as if I am on edge.

Photo by Siim Lukka on Unsplash

To all my friends and family, who live in places where the weather doesn’t try to kill you, welcome to feeling like you are living in the South. A place founded on sweet tea, sweet people, and the subtle feeling of dread. From experience though, I can tell you, Summer is coming. Threats of rain-soaked death will cease. This pandemic is only for a season, as is the pollen. Soon the sun will come and bake it all away… or try and kill us too.

The End of the Track?

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Monday I was called into an all office meeting. My co-workers and I were told that the firm we work for cannot sustain our current staff numbers due to a major project falling through. All of the firm’s eggs, so to speak, had been put into one project basket that had sealed our fate. We were then told that we would either be spoken with privately or as a group, sometime during the week. Untold numbers could be leaving soon.

Today is Thursday. The office is tense. No one knows if they are going to be the single person or one of the multiple people let go. At this point, no one has been talked to yet.

Knowing that the ax could fall at any moment leads to a stressful office environment. Even though I have complete peace as far as leaving this job, I just want to know if I am going to be leaving. Hoping to hear something soon. This week has been such a roller coaster.