Covid Conundrum

Here I sit.

Alone.

We have this policy that there are always two people at the desk.

But that doesn’t apply to me.

I’m torn.

I actually like being alone.

Its quiet and I don’t have to make small talk about stupid shit.

I was lectured by my Director the other day.

“Its MY policy that NO ONE will be alone at the desk during Covid.”

But there were no preparations made to have someone else come in at 7:30?

Two and a half hours on the desk, alone.

I went to the bathroom.

No one noticed or cared.

Two people came out later and said if I need them, call.

I probably won’t.

I like it quiet.

I also seethe because this would never happen to my co-worker at the desk.

She is never left alone at all.

Its drama when she comes out of the ladies’ room and I am gone.

I was helping a kid with a stutter understand how to find an e-book.

He was in the wrong database.

We have literally hundreds.

I heard her angry typing in her office when I got back.

I just wrote in the log I helped him.

I sat back down.

I sit here.

I could be pulling the list of graphic novels.

We started a new collection.

I feel rage that the rules don’t apply to me.

They only apply for my co-worker.

But if I complain, I will have to talk to people.

If I let it go…

I have to let it go all the way.

“The cases are blowing up.”

Fuck my Life these people already.

“We will be fine.”

Sarcasm… but maybe we will be.

We made it this far.

Sigh.