My manager told me he is having a hard time keeping up with the days. That’s the type of shit people say in jail. So for my manager, and let’s use some weak deductive reasoning, being stuck at home due to the coronavirus is like being in jail.
On the way to Shanghai, I had a layover in Dallas. I had been to Dallas one other time: training for a recruiting job in the electrical industry. It’s an unimportant fact, but one I thought about while sitting at the departure gate in Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport.
That’s not a picture of me. I figured having someone take a picture of me while teaching is braggadocios considering a) I’ve only been training for one week, b) I have only taught three classes and have plenty of room for improvement, and c) seriously, who does that?
What you’re seeing is a picture of a relatively empty street in Chengdu, China. This is the street outside of my apartment. It is usually filled with pedestrians, cars, and more pedestrians. But not today.