Poems, stories, and reflections, written by faculty, staff, and volunteers currently serving in the Village.
Have you ever written important emails in your pajamas, while chugging Emergen-C and monitoring your every fluctuation in temperature with muffled panic while your scratchy throat seems to say “THIS COULD BE THE END, FOLKS.”
I have a bit of post-nasal drip and a sore throat. I’m staying in for today, and I’ll emerge tomorrow if I’m still feverless. In the meantime, please enjoy the stages of working from home:
1) Denial. “I am very productive and self-motivated. It does not matter that I am laying on my floor, staring at a single kernel of popcorn. I will be just as efficient as I am in the office.”
2) Anger: “I cannot believe I am feeling sick AGAIN. WHO IS IN CHARGE I JUST WANNA TALK.”
3) Bargaining. “I can probably just go out to bus departure, right? That’s outside. Greg won’t notice if I hide behind a snow drift.”
4) Depression: “I am the Village leper. All who see me cower in fear. Save yourself.”
5) Acceptance. “I do not have a fever, I have white blood cells, I have a humidifier and good friends. All will (eventually) be well.”
Becca Carcaterra is Human Resources Assistant at Holden Village. This column was originally published on March 18, 2020 in a daily newsletter, "The Quarantine Quarter," which is compiled by various staff members and sent to all Villagers.