I'm taking precautions, but I'm still living my life. I'm thankful that the office gym is still open even though all rec centers and private gyms are closed. I have to admit that when Starbucks stopped having sit in coffee is when it hit me that this is serious.

I feel another warped fairy tale coming on. A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away there lived a Jabba the Hutt. Jabba rose to her lofty position through complaints and lawsuits, never having earned her place. Jabba was blind as a bat and smelled bad so she insisted that we drive her everywhere. She would say that the higher ranking driver that she had gave her more status at HQ. Jabba was also as brave as a squirrel so it was natural that she be put in charge of a field group where decisions had to be made and made quickly. Jabba also thought only white men were competent and trustworthy, so we women and minorities only existed to serve her and the white males in the group. For months my sole function was to make and deliver coffee to her and the white men and to make birthday cards and that the millions of dollars spent training me to be a pilot were paying off. I begged for productive work, but Jabba was so afraid of anything going wrong, especially from a woman or minority that doing nothing was preferable. "Oh no...oh no no no. Oh no. Too risky, oh no, too risky." I did workout all the time and found all the best lunch spots. I learned that we were the laughing stock of the whole organization. By chance, I happened to meet some guys in a much better group and I just started tagging along on their work. Jabba didn't care. She thought I was using a Jedi mind trick on her. I took one thing from my Jabba desk every day and put it on a desk in better group. In just over a month I had effectively moved in and the boss there signed my paperwork and I was free of Jabba.

The moral of the story is that she got promoted yet again.