A series of long, non-gaming posts. Mostly to just document this extraordinary time. Part I is here.
Life in the Bunker
Continuing from last time– During the spring while the supply chain was stabilizing somewhat– at least it seemed like we weren’t likely to starve in the near term, much of everything else remained in a state of precariousness.
On the work front, management’s initial denialism from January and February was overtaken by the events of lockdown. I make the distinction here between leadership and management. We had plenty of the latter and scant little of the former.
Fortunately, when the lockdowns began rolling out county by county (and thereby potentially impacting our offices and all of the employees differently depending on where they lived), our former leader was recruited back to a temporary position of de facto leadership to help guide our organization through these existentially dangerous straits. A little demonstration of leadership in a crisis goes a long way. Particularly one that remained clear eyed, rooted in factual reality, capable of communicating and cognizant of the fact that human beings were involved in the process.
We found ourselves with a business, far from “essential,” with about two thirds of its employees unable to work. The pandemic and lockdown prevented all but the most rudimentary activities in our offices, and most couldn’t do their work remotely in any case. Temporary layoffs were the order of the day.
The rest of us were desperately trying to work for our customers whose lives and businesses were thrown into chaos as well. It wasn’t even clear how any of our customers were going to survive the disruption (and frankly, whether we were ever going to get paid, and thus whether we would survive in any recognizable form).
Painful austerity was the order of the day until the path forward was more clear. All (real) businesses rely on their cashflow to survive– they do what they do, they sell/bill for it, collect, and pay it out to vendors and employees. Something that my colleagues and co-owners seem not to have learned or perhaps may have forgotten. If customers can’t pay you, you can’t pay yourselves regardless of what you might think your skills are “worth”.
Not that we had much say in it of course. See my rant above about management versus leadership. Our group, being rather conservative on the fiscal front, continued in the austerity posture for quite a few weeks. It was becoming clear to me in side conversations with several of my colleagues that many of them appeared to be stretched financially by the sudden change of fortunes.
There’s an opportunity here that I won’t take to pontificate (subjectively of course) on the relative world views (and relative financial condition) of the boomer generation at or near retirement age, the Xers living perpetually in that shadow, and the Gen Ys, Gen Zs, Millenials and whatever else the younguns are called these days. Too broad of a topic for this post, but suffice it to say where you fell in those cohorts radically impacted your perspective toward the pandemic, austerity, risk and your ability to weather the storm– a fact that seemed lost to management.
For the record, being born in 1965 places me either in the latest definition of the boomers or in the earliest of the Xers. I tend to identify more closely with the social and financial circumstances of the Xers rather than the boomers.
Very early on in the crisis, I had to stop and do the math to reassure myself that true implosion and disaster was not imminent. Perhaps its a survival mechanism I developed, but when confronted with a crisis or difficult situation, I need to visualize and model out the worst case scenario or I tend to be consumed by the great black unknown. If I can attempt to mitigate or compensate for that– or failing in that effort, at least identifying the number of milestones on the road to oblivion– I tend to be more clear eyed, pragmatic and level headed in these situations.
With the “mystery” of a disaster scenario having been explored, at least some of the anxiety dissipated and that energy can be repurposed into seeking to mitigate or avoid those same disaster scenarios. It may happen, but it wouldn’t be a surprise, and as bad as it might be, we’d have some semblance of a plan for it. At least that’s the way my mind works.
Hoping for the best but needed to plan for the worst, I paused to take stock and assess the BIG PICTURE. As adults(…), we’ve tended to live within our means, with a penchant for having a decent rainy day contingency fund just in case.
At my prior employer, we called this “FU Money”– That’s the amount that you’d need to be able to comfortably say “FU” and walk out the door when any day when you finally couldn’t take it any more– the antithesis of the golden handcuffs that many with undergrad or grad school debt would suffer. Since the Great Recession, we’ve adhered to that policy.
Most of the U.S., and apparently quite a few of my peer, middle-aged colleagues, do not. I could tell they were getting stretched and the anxiety and fear was creeping into their voices. Big mortgages, slightly too expensive cars, leased or bought on credit, lifestyle choices that didn’t include “paying yourself first”, etc. had many of them pushed to the edge.
As April turned to May then to June with the future unclear, I was concerned people might start heading to the exits as few seemed comfortable enduring extended austerity (and by “extended austerity” I mean a nearly complete suspension of salary without a clear plan forward). Where they might think they could go was a mystery to me given it was bad everywhere.
Relief efforts, for our furloughed employees and their families, for those of us still working at starvation wages, and for our customers started to trickle through the economy and by July, it began to appear that our company and most of our key customers would survive the year at least. Perhaps not thrive, but post-COVID the measure of success was lowered to “still standing.”
Waiting to Exhale
Lockdown hit almost literally on the first day of Spring. Winter in Northern California isn’t exactly Siberia in January, but still the weather was improving as we all learned to live within our four walls.
We don’t have children, so I cannot imagine what parents must have had to deal with attempting to work from home and handling remote school for the kids. Based on my own experiences, I’m confident I would have gone insane. I’m sure many if not most simply didn’t have the physical space to create dedicated adult office space as well as a school/study place as well. It was just the two of us and I was still going nuts.
Attempts to break the cell block confinement mindset were fraught with peril. Transmission rates were still very high and information regarding transmissibility was still very much unclear. A few years ago, we had moved to a new development in which decent houses were placed on small lots which surrounded a park, some walking trails and was adjacent to some open space. All that with no yard maintenance.
With everyone locked down at home then, the sidewalks and pathways were log jammed. After a week or two into the lockdown, we gave up going for our afternoon walk because we found ourselves constantly ducking and diving to maintain social distance from folks. Add to that everyone coming and going in both directions (and no mask protocol in effect at that time either), and going for a walk was becoming anything BUT a relaxing break.
We began exploring a few alternative locations to find some open space to walk, perhaps with some nature, and most importantly with a minimum number of people. We settled on a levee trail near a creek on university land that we could access within a few minutes drive.
Daily, we would escape and get a few miles of walking in and, as a result, watch the landscape change as Spring marched toward Summer. There was something reassuring about seeing nature carrying on seemingly oblivious to the unfolding drama around it.
Even so, a relaxing walk still wasn’t exactly plain sailing. Social protocols, especially outdoors, were uncertain. Should a jogger or cyclist wear a mask? Should they announce when they were approaching someone from behind? Should walkers wear a mask? Should/would everyone move to keep at least 6 feet from other groups?
Still, seeing green, breathing the air made a huge difference in how I slept and my overall physical shape. More subtley, it started to realign some priorities in my head.
I mentioned in my first post that we had begun vegetable gardening in earnest in our very small apartment sized yard. Of course, few or no garden centers were open (and even if they were, it may not have been worth the risk), no seeds were available online so we resorted to collecting seeds from supermarket produce, searching through those ancient opened seed packets that we had leftover from years ago and developing propagation strategies from any plants we had.
With pots and grow bags were steadily filled our space with greens, basil, peppers, beans and a few others. We pretty much filled our small outdoor space. Gardening was becoming a place of refuge where we could at least attempt to seize back control over some small aspect of our lives in the pandemic.
These efforts along with feeling a bit boxed in at our home started percolating through my mind. The idea of finding a new abode with some more buffer space as well as true garden space became a stronger and stronger impulse. If the pandemic were going to be with us for a while and the work-location paradigm was shifting, a new situation might be a better fit, notwithstanding the risk and chaos associated with purchasing a home, selling a home and moving during a pandemic.
In our small town, housing inventory is always a bit constrained because of the impact of the university. Add to that our relative proximity to the Bay Area (with substantially more affordable housing prices) and many larger companies permitting a permanent work from home situation made for a constrained and limited housing market. What little was becoming available wasn’t exactly compelling, anything that looked remotely interesting was getting multiple cash offers over asking price and were going quite quickly.
Suffice it to say, we found an older home on a decent sized lot in an older part of town and after a small bidding war, we prevailed. Nothing about the transaction was easy– getting a loan with uncertain and variable income was a challenge to say the least; viewing any property was biologically dubious; and managing a move minimizing any third party involvement was fraught. Still, the move was only a few miles across town, we didn’t have that much stuff, and we were grateful for the assistance of trusted friends who were in our COVID bubble to accomplish the move.
By the beginning of September, we were getting settled building our new base which includes a large backyard vegetable garden that has become our new daily focus. As an added bonus, moving into an older and yes, perhaps a bit neglected, home, we are never wanting for repairs and improvements which is something I actually enjoy.
Having things upon which to focus your efforts (particularly if they are physical and leave you exhausted) has been a good thing both physically and psychologically during the pandemic. Being able to get outside and work in the yard without being cheek by jowl with everyone else is a gift.
Settling in to the New Normal
Throughout the fall, coping with COVID was becoming something close to normal. We had our routines– deliveries were available for many things and for those where it wasn’t, curbside pickup was on offer from many retailers. Relief resources, meagre as they were, trickled through the economy and activity (and work) returned to something more like normal. It became clear that financial disaster for my company and most of our customers was not going to happen, but what the future looked like remained uncertain.
Instead of COVID anxiety, electoral anxiety became the focus for the fall and as everyone knows persisted into the new year up to inauguration day in January. Too big a topic for this post.
With the prospect of vaccines on the horizon, political stabilization and the functional persistency of COVID coping strategies in place, a bit of hope if not cautious optimism seems to have returned. Many seem to be ready to turn the page on the pandemic and start planning for “Life after COVID.” Too bad there ain’t no such thing. There is only “Life with COVID” now– perhaps with less impact on our daily lives than during the height of the pandemic, but persistently, with variants and continual coping for the foreseeable future.
Change and disruption is hard, yet once disrupted, we seem to find our new equilibrium states relatively quickly, no matter how bleak or desperate the situations. Speaking for myself at least, its almost the change moreso than the circumstances that creates the greater anxiety.
As the pandemic was unfolding, adapting to the evolving situation was precarious and psychologically difficult. Once a new relatively safe routine was re-established, life became manageable again. Now with vaccines rolling out, new variants circulating and companies and governments planning for relaxations of the lockdown restrictions, we are entering into a new phase of change and disruption.
How do we leave our pod bubbles and revive in some form the world we left behind? Will that be any safer or more dangerous than the lead in to lockdown? Vax no vax, mask no mask, office no office, all the time or some of the time, etc. Personally, the foreseeable end-of-lockdown-as-we-know-it is starting to revive many of the anxieties and concerns that were only just tamped down to a manageable level.
Still, the extended lockdown has left its indelible mark on me and all of us some in ways we are only likely to understand in the years to come. In the next post, I’ll reflect on some of the things taken away, given to us and lessons learned so far.
3 thoughts on “A Year in Lockdown — Part II”
Fascinating read. Way too many comment hooks to sieze on. The whole generations thing is a particular obsession of mine. I get increasingly frustrated by the conflation of actual, biological generations with periods of economic activity and cultural change. A social “generation” generally lasts around seven to ten years while a biological generation is 25 to 30. Everyone’s own experience should tell them that even at school you don’t feel part of the same “generation” as other people who are also in school. An 18 year old is not necessarily in the same cultural cadre as a 10 year old, not merely in terms of their current interest but in terms of who they’ll become as adults as a result of the social and cultural trends in play as they were growing up.
It’s more than a little ridiculous to suggests that you, born in 1965, would share the same cultural values as someone born in 1945. When I was in my mid-teens in the 1970s I saw the 1960s as a historical period. The summer of Love and Woodstock were the equivalent of mythical events to me – as much a part of my experience as the Edwardian Age and as mysterious and alluring – and I’d actually lived through them, albeit unaware, as a child. Anyway, as you said, too big a topic.
It’s very interesting to hear how much more firmly locked down you seem to have been than we were. I’ve seen quite a few bloggers from the U.S. talking about how they have spent an entire year in isolation. We’ve had a series of lockdowns interpolated with relative normality. Certainly all last summer from July to the end of September was not all that different from any other year. Everything was open, you could go where you liked, people even took holidays in other countries. This last three months has been much more restrictive, as it was last spring, but even at it’s most restrictive I really don’t recognize the experience you’re describing. We went out for walks every day with few of the issues you describe. I went to the supermarket once a week and shopped normally. There were a few shortages (all from panic buying) but never any time when there was a real risk of not being able to supply yourself with plenty of reasonable food and essentials.
As for money, I’ve been off work more than on this last twelve months but the government has paid me 80% of my income throughout under the furlough scheme. Mrs Bhagpuss, who’s self-employed, has receive three grants representing a significant percentage of her declared taxable income. We’ve mostly considered that the whole thing has been handled very badly indeed here – death rates have been extremely high by global standards – but I guess in at least some ways it could have been worse.
One thing I was never tempted to do, despite having a large garden, was to start growing our own food. I loathe gardening. It would have had the exact opposite effect on me that it did on you. The only rerlaxing thing I know about gardening is realizing I don’t have to do any!
There is so much here to endlessly expand upon, you can see why I had to try to just get from A to B. Your experiences and impressions give me some ideas though for the next post though. I’m part of a couple of international groups and whenever we met, I always enjoyed social comparison/contrast discussions with my friends in those groups. Some are truly shocked by how fragile and precarious the gauzy American social fabric actually is… Stay tuned.