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I applied to work at Grist within the early days of the COVID-19 pandemic and its economic fallout, stunning over a month after being laid off from my final job.
The misplaced profits supposed I had moved abet in with my fogeys, who live just a few blocks remote from my veteran residence. All the interviews, including these with Grist employees in my hold city, took set up over Zoom. To accumulate a appropriate connection for the dear round of interviews, I had to beg family contributors to withhold it down and restart my fogeys’ router quite loads of times. Now I’m the environmental justice fellow at Grist, but I’m on the different hand silent burrowed in a nook of my room even as I form this essay.
After appropriate job interviews within the previous, I’ve virtually floated over New York City’s (formerly) crowded sidewalks to the practice set up of living to switch abet home. Even supposing the Grist interviews obviously went properly and the job entails topics I’m captivated with, the device felt diversified. There maintain been no handshakes, no in-individual introductions. Since accepting, I’ve learned total unique procedures thru video display screen-sharing and a quantity of detailed instructions over Slack. Leaving work is a connected of signing out of an app.
The overall skills isn’t essentially more durable, but it’s diversified. And it makes work feel somewhat of lonelier.
Granted, I take into accout myself lucky in notify to create a living from home whereas family contributors who hold miniature businesses both lose money by staying closed or maintain to possibility their hold health by opening up as soon as more to take care of afloat. When I became as soon as making consume of to jobs in that nook of my fogeys’ residence, all I might perchance well maybe hear out of doors on the streets of Queens were sirens. I managed to take care of remote from catching the virus, as far as I do know, but it became as soon as a reminder stunning how many in my community were now no longer spared.
Now I’m just a few weeks into my unique job at Grist. I’ve gotten traditional to my unique far-off routine of calling and emailing sources, attending on-line panels about vulgar heat, or the intersection between lumber and COVID-19. I’ve gotten to know my team thru video calls, Slack messages, and contact conversations. It has been a lesson in working collectively and discovering out to jot down in-depth articles regarding the native climate disaster without sitting down with my editor and coworkers in individual.
While this might perchance perchance maybe set aside reporting more durable, it does mean much less commuting, fewer automobiles on the road, and never more flying. As an environmental journalist, it’s worrying to object to that. I do know that much less traveling means now no longer stunning much less COVID transmission, but additionally much less air pollution. And I’m grateful to be portion of a team that understands the urgency of reporting on air pollution, lumber, and the pandemic (and how these components are all connected). My COVID experiences are portion of what fuels my reporting here at Grist.
Nevertheless I maintain to admit, there are occasions I silent omit my crowded subway set up of living.
