I left work a little early as my wife had a headache and was just plain shot. She works a mile south of me off Broadway and we carpool. I had brought in my jump drive to back up my work so I could sync my home computer and thus be able to work from home. I was in the process of copying files when she called.
That was March 12, 2020. We had our “All Hands” meeting the day before and spent a good part of it talking about possible ramifications of the COVID-19 virus being that we are a public institution and there are often hundreds of kids running around the atrium on any given weekday. I work at the state history museum. While the CEO expected us to close our doors at some point the COO was confident that it would never come to that. Little did I know when I left the office that Thursday that it would be the last time I would see my coworkers in-person for the foreseeable future.
The next day, Friday the 13th, was my day off. I was doing the usual thing of chilling in the sun room drinking coffee and surfing the internet while we watched the birds at the feeder. It was late morning when I had the inclination to check my phone. I’m not attached to it like some people and will often not even notice if someone calls or texts. I found my phone after some searching and there was no activity. As soon as I put it back down however it began to buzz. It was a text from one of my coworkers. They were closing down the museum and needed to get a notice on the website a.s.a.p..
to be continued…