When we had a baby, I knew that when she grew up and there would be play dates. What I didn’t realize is that — as with any social interaction — there would be etiquette involved. And, of course, Covid doesn’t help. Today, I’ll share some of my experiences with this social minefield.
This post is not a commercial for Rainbocorns, or a review of them. No, I had a pretty rough week, last week, and that makes me contemplative about Covid.
For me, the Covid pandemic started on Thursday March 12 last year. One year ago, today. And, boy, what a ride it’s been.
Last Month, preparations for a gender reveal party, featuring a cannon, killed a father-to-be on the US east coast. Last year, another party started a forest fire in California. I can only say: what the f*ck?
Today is Friday. Friday is my part-time day. Yes, I’m confident enough to admit I only work four days a week (on my day job). Actually, I think nobody should work five days a week; life’s too short to be stuck doing just one thing most of the time, which you might even hate. Let’s talk about part-time working.