We’re starting to check people’s temperatures as they enter the building at work. It’s strange to stand there, hold your breath, wonder and worry for the three to five seconds it takes for the thermometer to register your temperature and for your coworker to let you know whether it is safe or not for you to be there.
We’ve been doing our best to keep our masks on and to keep our distance from each other, but it isn’t always easy. We’ve spread out the filing and the equipment so we don’t have to hover near each other for what we need and we’ve reduced the number of seats in our classroom. Every door is either an entrance or an exit, and soon lunches will need to be taken outdoors.
I’m actually beginning to get used to wearing a mask all day. I might even be starting to like it. At first it was awful, but now it makes me feel protected. I feel like I’m doing the right thing, even if it is uncomfortable and sometimes anxiety inducing. More than that, it feels safe and not just because of the virus. It’s the same reason I wear thick-rimmed glasses and let my hair fall in my face. I like to be hidden.
There’s no telling how long these precautions will be in place or whether things will get better or worse, but the rumors floating around aren’t comforting. There is the budget, of course, I won’t even get into that, and talk of not all kids going to school on the same days and a limit to the number of kids that can be on a bus on a time. These are going to be some very big changes and we are being asked to be patient and wait until at least July 1st before we expect any concrete answers.