Can I go back to sleep now…?

Perhaps after a good, loooong nap, when I wake up, things will be back to normal. But considering how the world is going, I doubt it.

It’s been a month since Catie posted, and things have been nuts in our corner of the world. I’m assuming it has been for you guys, too, considering the virus going around. But even before that started in Massachusetts (our home state), I had been pulling my hair out.

That’s me, going coo-coo!

See, Catie found herself a new job, which is great. (Sort of.) She’ll have to tell you more about how that’s going for her, but for me, it meant that I had lost my co-worker of seven years. After working together for so long, I knew what I had to do to get shit done, and I knew what she’d be doing to get shit done, and at the end of the day, shit got done.


But… because management where I work sucks big fat donkey dick, they have no idea how shit gets done. They’re too busy sucking each other’s dick to give a crap about anything else. So, when Catie gave her notice, their response was, “Everything will be fine.”

Wait… Is that a fire…?

A couple of weeks ago, they hired someone who had some (and by some, I mean: very little) experience with our team. Management believed that this person would just step in and, with a bit of training, would pick up what we do fairly quickly.

That’s the equivalent of asking a baker to make lobster bisque. Yes, they both work in kitchen, but… It’s not really the same thing, is it?


But wait… There’s more. See, on January 27th, we got an intern. Yay, someone to help us! So, our team of two went to technically three, but anyone who’s ever trained a new person knows that really means our team of two went to one-and-a-half. So, for a month, this kid learned a lot, and then Catie left.

Please allow me to set the stage: Catie, who had been there for years before I showed up, the person who trained me, the person who had a lot more experience, knowledge, and connections, left. My partner of seven years, who was able to answer me when I had incoherent-gibberish-type questions–but still understood–left. An expert in her field, who’d been with this financial institution for 22 years, left.

Well… Minus the “love ya.” And the kiss. It was more of a: “Fuck you! I’m out!!

In her place is an intern with zero years of experience in any field, never mind banking, with barely a month of training in any position. Two weeks after Catie left, they transferred the internal person from another department. We went from a team of two, to one and a half, and then to half of one, because now, I have two people to train.


And while all of that is happening in my department, the US welcomes COVID-19 with open arms. People who could, started working from home, and with the unexpected influx of remote connections, our systems slow to a crawl. Eventually, everyone is told to work from home. That means my department, too. The training is now moved to our internal instant messaging system.


Thursday, our team gets the question: “The queue is not looking good. What’s wrong?”

Nothing. Nothing at all.


Stay safe out there!


Hi there, Catie here! While I feel terrible that Lena is stressed at work, I’m sort of glad they are falling apart. Yes, I’m aware that sounds mean but you can only be treated like an idiot and passed over so many times before resentment settles in. It’s a beautiful ship, they should all go down with it. I wish them luck but I’m glad I’m no longer part of it.

I can honestly say that I like my new job. Like, not love. There are a bunch of pluses, it’s walking distance from home, the people are nice, virtually no stress (until Covid showed up anyway), and good benefits. The only thing I hate is how little I earn now (thank you Paul and Lena for being understanding) so I’ve have started looking for something part-time to help make up the difference.

As for Covid-19, all I can say is stay as safe as you can and for the love of all that’s holy don’t panic. It’ll be easier for everyone if we collectively decide to calm the heck down and stop over-buying supplies we don’t need. Remember, Italy has been hit the hardest by this thing and their survival rate is around 70%. The vast majority of us will be fine. Take basic precautions, listen to WHO recommendations, wash your hands a bunch and live your life the best you can.

Love ya!



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