I’ve always had an issue with leaving work at work.
It has been an exciting scenario working at the same company for the past six years.
Between our eight kids and having a full understanding of what takes place during our work hours has always provided us talking points.
I’m sure he has drawn tired of hearing the woes of my team of younger employees.
But I have to admit I think of these guys like my own. And as HR inappropriate as it can be, they have referred to me as “mom.” And I honestly don’t have an issue with that.
Steve and I love where we work, and they are family.
Getting official news of furlough was bound to happen due to the COVID situation.
And watching two of my team members hear that kind of news for the first time in their lives was unsettling.
I was not a part of the decision. I learned who would stay and who would go.
As a gesture to “help” or make things possibly less stressful for me because my employer knows fully about my current medical situation
I had a decision to make if I choose to stay on as a fulltime employee, I will need to take “take up some slack” because of having fewer members on our team. Or I can myself choose to furlough. And depending on my decision, this will affect another member of my team.
Whichever choice I make will determine if this young father of three and fulltime college student has a job or not.
It was not a good day.
And it got worse.
There were six people in the company that lost their jobs.
Why, of course, was the question. Coronavirus is the reason.
I will be on official furlough starting this next week.
A forced break that I know I need for all kinds of reasons.
However, Steve was one of the six people who lost their job this week.
Yes, indeed, there are hundreds of thousands of people who have lost their jobs because of Coronavirus.
It is a hard pill to swallow.
And yes, the situation sucks.
Steve and I are grateful it is us.
This next chapter will be new.
I wonder what we will have to discuss.
And to our friends who showed up at our house this afternoon with funeral potatoes in hand — we will always remember that moment.