For the second time in 2 weeks I’ve had to fight off a rather high fever (IOW, over 102 degrees F). That’s generally not a lot of fun, but what’s worse is that despite my having a job with benefits that include paid sick time, acutally using said sick time is not as easy as it sounds.
My company has several hundred, maybe even a thousand, employees. However, only a few of them work in my particular location, so if I wake up sick and have to open the store that day, I suck it up and shamble into work until my relief arrives. My employer doesn’t get the best sales performance out of me, and I worry about infecting the customers, but it’s just not feasible to have “floater” employees for the Bay Area who can cover for people in situations like that.
It would be nice if there were though…..
This Yom Kippur, I am not, as I should be, in synagogue. One of the things that makes me miss New York is the lack of a significant Jewish community here in the Bay Area. Of the 3 or 4 non-Orthodox synagogues here in San Francisco, there’s none that we feel comfortable with, so we haven’t joined one. I know there’s other options in the East Bay and Marin, but I just don’t like having to drive to shul.
I did read an interesting op-ed in the New York Times about the Yom Kippur War (which began 30 years ago today). I was 7 at the time, and I remember the shock of finding out that Israel was at war, the scared faces of my parents and their friends at synagogue that night, and the angry words. I think if they’d known that at the time, Moshe Dayan was seriously considering using nuclear weapons against the Egyptians, they’d have been even more worried. Golda Meir was right to turn him down flat.
At any rate, I feel guilty using the computer today, so I’d better post this and get offline.
It’s funny the wandering lines of thought you follow while driving. I had one today that started with my idly trying to remember the chorus of a pop song playing on the CD at work. Eventually it brought me to the realization that a show tune I’ve loved for about 25 years is about many things, and one of them is my husband Scott, whom I’ve been with for almost a decade. And yet it took me this long to put it together.
“The King And I”
Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein
This is a man who thinks with his heart,
His heart is not always wise.
This is a man who stumbles and falls,
But this is a man who tries.
This is a man you’ll forgive and forgive,
And help protect, as long as you live…
He will not always say
What you would have him say,
But now and then he’ll say
The thoughtless things he’ll do
Will hurt and worry you
But now and then he’ll do
He has a thousand dreams
That won’t come true,
You know that he believes in them
And that’s enough for you.
You’ll always go along,
Defend him where he’s wrong
And tell him when he’s strong
He is wonderful
He’ll always need your love,
And so he’ll get your love.
A man who needs your love
In reading this over, I wonder, does this sound like a back-handed compliment? I don’t see it that way.
Hubby & I flew home to spend the Jewish New Year with our respective families this weekend. One of the things that really sucks about living 2500 miles away from most of your family is how hard it is to get quality time with them. Try as you might, there’s always someone you don’t have time to see on your trip home. This time it was my sister. Nevertheless, in 72 hours, we managed to:
-Fly into Newark airport, pick up a really inexpensive rental car (thanks Hotwire!)
-Get lost in NJ as we tried to find our way to Staten Island and from there to Long Island.
-Spend an evening and a morning with Scott’s mother, brother, wife, and our two wonderful nieces.
-Drive to Northern NJ for a Rosh Hashanna dinner with some of my dad’s family
-Eat like a pig and then drive to Fairfield county CT to spend some time with my parents at their country house
-Spend a day in the country ducking the rain, running errands, and eating like a pig some more (featuring a rack of lamb and lots of homegrown veggies from Dad’s garden).
-Drive into Manhattan on Monday for lunch with my grandmother (celebrity sighting: Chris Noth of the “Law & Order” franchise was 3 tables away. He’s a hottie!) and some quick shopping at a few favorite stores for bagels and deli we can’t get in SF.
-Finally, drive back to Newark and back to SF.
I’m heading back home to NYC to see family tomorrow, so today I got a little pampering at a nail salon over in Potrero Hill. A pal had told me that ManiPedi did good manicures & pedicures and she was definitely right. I sat in a big leather chair with heat and massage elements and relaxed while one gal worked on my feet and a guy (first time I’ve ever had a male nail technician!) did my hands. It was so comfortable I almost dozed off in the middle of it all.
ManiPedi had gotten written up in Lucky Magazine a few times. It’s nice to see a good local place get some recognition.
I really didn’t want to go to work today. The thought of being all chipper and sales-y on the 9/11 anniversary just felt wrong. Unfortunately, I was scheduled for closing shift, so after a quiet morning at home, off I went.
I had been hoping that it would be a quiet day, but I was wrong. As I walked through the mall, things were pretty normal. One store (Lucky Jeans) had an American flag out by the door but otherwise it was business as usual. We got pretty much a normal amount of traffic for a week day. I did some paperwork and stockroom work to try to avoid the sales floor. Eventually, out I went and I did my thing, but my heart just wasn’t in it.
I know that here in the Bay Area, 2500 miles from New York City, most people didn’t have the same visceral reaction to 9/11 as I did. It was bad for them, but not in the same deeply painful way as it was for someone like me, a native NYer who spent 3 years working across the street from the World Trade Center.
I kept wanting to ask the women who were strolling through the mall, “How can you just go about your normal lives today? Don’t you know what day it is?” It seemed somehow wrong or disrespectful to be out shopping. It did occur to me that going about one’s normal day is not necessarily bad. If nothing else, it says that the attacks didn’t change how people live their daily lives. And that’s a positive thing.
But for me, the wounds aren’t healed enough yet. It’s too soon for me to treat 9/11 like any other day. Maybe next year, or the year after that, I’ll feel differently. But this year, I really wish I didn’t have to be at work on 9/11.