A shift in my work routine is on the horizon. I feel like a sailor looking at an ominous red sky without knowing whether it's dawn or dusk. We've gone through a number of impactful situations at work over the years, many of them arriving unexpectedly, dropped into our laps by weather, pandemic, or human fallibility. The current one is due to the expected but long-delayed renovation project which probably would have been quite as delayed if it hadn't been for the unexpected events mentioned above. Long story short, the functionaries at the upper end of the power structure initially decided it would be best to simply lay us all off for a couple of years during construction, leaving it up to us to rally and find a workaround. The workaround we advocated for and eventually made reality is to shift to the site we used to lease pre-pandemic. This means that the coming week is my last week of working a science camp program at our main site, with two weeks of summer prep and two weeks of summer camp programs to follow. Ridiculous that they decided to cut our summer programming short, especially after initially giving us the go-ahead to sign people up through July.
This has put me in a reflective mood. On the one hand, I'm excited to reacquaint myself with the set of hiking trails and the oak woodland habitat surrounding the other site. On the other hand, I'll miss the projects, routines, and amenities that we're temporarily leaving behind. I'm going to attempt to become more of a minimalist too, since my workstation usually looks like the result of an avalanche.
