In a cold and grey Washington place, another IT man was placed … on furlough.In the style of The King.
Today was the final day of The Wife’s and my employment. We are now furloughed. What’s the difference between being furloughed and being laid off, you ask? Well, let me tell you, Sonny Jim. A furlough is a mandatory leave without pay. We do get to keep health insurance, so that is one plus. And, should our employer return to full strength and vigor, we get our same jobs back … well, not exactly. Same titles, less money. Win-win.
So, thanks COVID-19. Honestly, I don’t know whether the COVID of COVID-19 is supposed to be capitalized or not. I see it printed differently depending on which news outlet I am looking at. And, man, if we don’t even know how to type the damn thing, how are we going to fight it?
I think our employer–we both work for the same place–only put us all on furlough because they honestly don’t know what they are going to do to not only get through this but survive into the future. However, since they didn’t have time to figure it out, they placed 60% of full-time staff on furlough to buy time to figure out who will end up getting laid off and who will come back. In the end, I think a lot of us now on furlough will end up being laid off eventually.
This begins my renewed effort to blog and record this weird time for literally tens of people who will get lost on the information superhighway and find themselves reading Tales of Strude: a quaran-journal. A completely original idea.