It’s been a number of years, so let me introduce you to the client from COVID Hell, and how I had it early.
Early March 2020, I took on a new tutoring client. Advanced physics, so I was one of the few who COULD even tutor it. The world had yet to go wonky, and we met at the local library. For many reasons, I will never meet a client at their home, or in any non-public space.
A few days later, the axis of the Earth began to shift. The library was now closed, News of the Biogen conference in Boston (the first identified superspreader event) started to come to light, and I was laid up with the worst chest cold of my life.
The client’s father wanted me to continue tutoring. The library was closed, as were most other public spaces at this point, and I was not in any condition to do so, either. The father insisted that I come to the house. It’ll be fine. When I asked if there would be an adult present, he said not to worry about it, so I begged off for a little. I asked about remote sessions, but the father was not having it. If he was going to pay me, I was going to be there in person.
It wasn’t a chest cold. The client was also sick, and his father said that the mother had been in Boston. At the conference. Where COVID found a travel plan.
The father kept pushing and came up with, “We already have it, so if you do, it doesn’t matter.” Turns out he knew the mother was sick before the first meeting.
At that point, I fired that client so hard that the impact could have turned coal into diamonds.