What the fork?

I was going to do a Friday feeling post, but ain’t nobody feeling like a Friday. It feels like a prolonged Wednesday at this point if you wfh.

I’m not the first to say it, but… what the fork is going on?

Anyone got any clues? Nope, me neither. The world is shutting down country by country (closed for business catch you in a few months amigos), and we’re being told to self-isolate. I saw someone had coined the term hibernation instead and I’m here for that tbh. Sounds more appealing.

I am thankfully, still in a job and working from home for the foreseeable future.

Some of my friends have lost jobs, still had to go into work, given more work, been assigned a new role, or if you’re freelance or running a small business it’s figuring out what the next few months hold for you.

It is madness reincarnated in some kind of low budget, poorly written disaster movie. Where it goes on for too long and the audience is more confused and hungry as the story goes on.

To add to that before corona (sung like dun da da da da da da Tequila but with corona in our house) , 2020 still wasn’t my year. I was dumped, moved home, still have a house full of furniture to figure out what to do with and mentally I was not in a good place. I haven’t slept a full night in over two months and I don’t have anything especially exciting to show for those extra hours awake.

I wrote this on Instagram this morning and every person that messaged me was also having a rough old year. I don’t know anyone that is having a good year, poor souls. 2020 isn’t our year. We literally couldn’t predict or write this kind of forked up show that the world is serving up for us.

We’ll look back on 2020 as the year of cancelled plans. My review of the year will be very short, I stayed indoors and tried to not catch (dun da da da da da da) corona!

Adios to Copenhagen in April, day drinking in Leeds, seeing my cousin’s baby (SO MANY TEARS), Dublin in May, oh and you know the half marathon I entered because my half marathon was cancelled, oh well that half marathon has been cancelled too! I mean, COME ON.

My t-shirt, race number and bag arrived this morning though. Real useful.

I’ll be glad when this has all blown over (won’t we all) but in the meantime, it’s comforting to know that we’re all in the same boat. The same sinking boat, except we’re all in our own sinking boat because of self-isolation. Twenty twenty isn’t anybody’s year.

It’s like some weird new working schedule we’re all trying out where we all work for the first 7 months of the year as we can’t go on holiday, leave the house, travel abroad, and then the other half of the year we use up our holiday, socialise to excess and restore our mental health and the economy. 2020 is quite the social experiment.

But holy shirt balls, it’s a forking weird time eh?

How are you coping? What else has twenty twenty thrown at you?

We will all get through it and remember how a Friday evening feels different to well, every other evening, and there will be sunshine and wine and good times. But for now, stay safe, be kind and do things that keep you sane ok?

Hang in there kids, it’ll soon be christmas and we’ll all be pleased to be at home, drunk and pissed off at each other due to all the socialising. Happy super long holidays.

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