2nd April 2020
Will’s gone off to bed hours ago, but I still sit up under the glow of my desk light. We’ve been informed that bike shops have officially been deemed essential by the government and can now reopen to serve those who rely on their bikes as transportation. It’s good news. Will can cancel his file for unemployment and have a source of income. But, it’s news Will and I hate to hear at the same time. Luckily, his boss understands if Will decides to stay home—he called yesterday to let Will know. Yet, it’s a choice Will rather not make: our safety and effort towards bitting this virus in the butt, or working to provide a needed service to others and paying the bills.
Will hasn’t yet told his boss his decision.
For today he’ll be going in to clean and set up the store for the days to come. After that he’s still not too sure what to do.
On another note, I’ve come to the realisation that as much as I wish this was over and the world can go back to normal, I sort of dread the approach of the end of this. I’ve always known that working a regular job wasn’t for me. I’ve always wanted purpose and personal freedom over the stability of an 8 hour work day at a job that does not satisfy my needs in a career.
Breaking away from the boring routine around an 8 to 4, Monday to Friday work day—doing the same dull task day in, day out, without room to learn and grow—has been a blessing. I know it’s selfish of me to want this to drag out a bit longer than a couple weeks. Watching our provinces’ confirmed cases shoot up everyday and the start of a death count, reminds me how selfish it is. The sun won’t be up for another couple of hours, today’s news yet to be announced and with it the extent of my guilt. But still, this disaster has made both Will and I realise what matters most to us.
