Friday Fribbles: How To Survive Being Essential

Friday Dregs 007

It’s Friday, and you know what that means!

No?  Anyone?  Nothing?

Hmm.  Okay.  I was hoping one of you would know.

Anyway, we won’t let a little thing like that ruin a perfectly good Friday.  While it’s true that Fridays aren’t what they used to be even as early as a month ago, they are still reasons for celebration.

For instance, if you are reading this, then that means you’re alive.

Bored out of your mind, perhaps, but still among us here on God’s green earth, and if that’s not a reason to celebrate, then I don’t know what is.  I was even going to get some little party hats to help us celebrate our good fortune, but the Party Hat Emporium is closed for the duration.

Anyway, I have been told that I don’t look good in hats , so no big loss there.

I feel like I am missing out on the whole “hunkering in place” thing.  I am not getting to participate in it.  I have been declared “essential” by someone who’s in a position to make such judgments, and so I don’t get to sleep in every morning and then log in to work remotely where I attempt to convince myself (and my employer) that checking my email every other hour or so constitutes the equivalent of 8 hours of work, and thus an entitlement to my full wages.

No, I have to be to work early, and I have to stay late, and it is stressful the entire time.  I even have to work weekends more often than not.

But I am not complaining about that.  I have never been declared “essential” before by anyone and so I got a bit of a head rush when I got the letter.  “They like me!” I declared as I sank into my chair and fanned myself with the paper.  “They really like me!”

So, it is worth the constant exhaustion, the elevated stress levels, and the constant risk of being infected by someone else who was also declared “essential”, just to know that I am valued and esteemed by my employer.  True, I think I am mostly esteemed for my gullibility and for the ease with which I can be intimidated into working long, stressful hours, but that’s not nothing.

And the muckity-mucks up the chain always let me know what a great job I am doing whenever they call in remotely from their secure bunkers located in an undisclosed location.  “And don’t forget,” they always say cheerfully right before they sign off, “If you begin to feel ill from all the stress, long hours, and infection, you are free to use as many of your vacation days as you like in order to recover.  Just not right now.  We need you to finish your work.”

But now the weekend is here, and I plan to engage in a little “shelter in place” in the form of naps.  And if the nice weather continues, I may even do so outside.

Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!   And don’t worry.  We will get through this.

As hard as it may be to believe right now, things will return to normal soon.






    • I’m still optimistic. Honestly, my life has not changed much from before the panic. I have had to go into work every day. I still have to go buy groceries and get gasoline and pay taxes and mow my yard. Even before the panic, I was a fastidious user of hand sanitizer and I avoided people like the plague … er … I mean, I was social distancing before it was cool. The only thing different in my life is that face masks figure much more prominently than they used to. And, frankly, I used to wish that face masks were more socially acceptable than they were. I guess wishes really do come true!


  1. Work is one thing. Mrs Bryntin is now having thoughts about whether I am essential at home or not. This bringing ‘essential’ into the equation all of a sudden is making me feel very insecure.

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    • Ha ha! I can definitely sympathize. It is no secret that I am pretty worthless around the house. And 90% of my feelings of self-worth are tied up in my job. If I didn’t have that … sheesh! I don’t want to think about it.


  2. Bibibiibibibibibibibibbibiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiif! I, for one, am not surprised that you are considered essential. You are definately super special, but I would have prefered to know that you were safe at home and not going to work anymore… I have been (not) working from home since the begining of the week, and yesterday, my schedule has been reduced to 2 shifts of 3,5 hours per week for… well… as long as this virus will keep the company I work for, closed. (no worries, I get my full wages)

    Things are good for now. Of course, Montréal is Québec’s epicenter, and cases are quickly adding up. So we stay in, avoid other people as much as we can and hope for the best.

    Stay safe, Big Bro! *Sending you much love* 🙂

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    • Hiya, Sis! Thank you for your kind words and well wishes! “Essential” is relative term, and is somewhat in the eyes of the beholder. I have found that, in the corporate world, essential-ness waxes and wanes like the moon. One day I’m the cat’s pajamas, the next day I’m the cat’s hairball.

      I’m glad to hear you’re getting full wages. It’s only fair. That is one thing you have over us in spades. Down here, it’s “no work, no pay” for just about everyone.

      I’m glad things are still good for you . I’ll keep praying that that stays the case! So far things in Dallas are fine. Hopefully that will continue.

      You stay safe, too, Sis! Lots of love back! xoxoxo

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