“I’d rather be lucky than good,” baseball coach Sparky Anderson liked saying. I’m feeling that.
It was the Tuesday of my flight, I was working my final shift of the week. We were pretty caught up with work and my supervisor, who knew I had a red eye out of SFO said, “why don’t you take off early, if you want.” It made sense to me, we had our full group in and work was caught up.

Our department is a group of 4 people, we are at desks that hug the corners of the room. We have a machine that pumps air in and a device that circulates it. With the new no mask freedom, it was obvious to me that there was going to be yet another spike in COVID cases at work. Omicron came knocking on our door.
On Wednesday my supervisor had a scratchy throat, she subsequently tested positive. A day after that, the employee that sits across from her had a scratchy throat, she tested positive. In other words, I missed a COVID outbreak in our work area by 24 hours.
I got on a plane, flew to NYC and visited my 82 year old mother. I didn’t check my work emails which would have given me a clue as to what went down at work. Scary yes but the good news is everyone is alright. I tested negative. Did I miss getting COVID because of my flight? Timing is everything and yes I’ll take some of that good luck any day of the week.

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