I was discussing day three of the shutdown with someone today and we both came to the horrible realisation that we have no clue what day it is, it is simply day three. One thing that has made today significant is that, for those who still can, it has been the day they returned to work. Whilst we have things to do the work schedule no longer exists for hospitality, every hour of the day is pretty much the same all targets have been removed.
So today, because we still can, I had a couple of coffee breaks with actual humans which was nice. I spoke to our butcher who told me trade has boomed but he fears that he to will soon be joining the compulsory closure list. That was my total human contact which personally would seem more than adequate if it was not for the fact that I work in hospitality, a trade defined by interaction with people, now it seems weird.
I guess that I should point out that I wholeheartedly support the governments attempts to address the awful situation we find ourselves in. Please never take take my blogs as complaints or anger, this is something we will all get through and my writing is. as usual, as haphazard as my thinking and mostly cathartic.
I have read a number of articles by submariners on how they break up long periods of isolation and I think that I am adopting a sort of hybrid between that and the way that the old council workers worked. So I am scheduling tasks but also having multiple enforced brew breaks. Since I have an awful lot of time to fill I need to ensure that the tasks that I have are spaced out and fill my day rather than rushing through and hitting a void.
Today was day two of shutting down the post mix kit, a tedious task at the best of times but split over two days to ensure I got the most engagement. I have also shut down, cleaned, sterilised and protected a number of draught lines leaving only the ones that I am still consuming ‘live’. Some filling and some sanding to repair some interior walls filled an hour and, after a brew obviously, the clean up took some time as well.
It has been five years since I last turned a TV on for myself and last night was an experience. After shouting at it a number of times I conferred with my drinking buddies and we discovered the remote control was much better. Now having left TV alone for 5 years I had hoped that it would have improved, to say I was disappointed is an understatement to say the least! What a load of rubbish!
Last nights attempt to segway alcohol into successful sleep was also, I am afraid to say, a bit of a failure and more work is needed (I have plenty of time). Having consumed 6 or 7 pints of Guinness I rounded the evening with a glass of red and felt sufficiently tired to head up whereupon sleep came very easily (as it usually does). The failure was that at 5 am I was bright as a button and reading my news feed which presents a problem as it adds another 2 hours to my scheduled start of 7 am and therefore another 2 hours to an already pretty empty day. On the plus side (if there can be one) I have plenty of beer and plenty of time to tune the alcohol/sleep ratio.
Anyway day four looms…..