I’m laying here in bed – alone. Nobody wants to come near me.
I’ve been on the front lines, working eight hours a day or more all week, ringing in hoards of toilet paper, hand sanitizers and everything else people can get their dirty little hands on.
The CDC said that everyone should avoid anywhere that has over 250 people or more. Well, one thousand or more people go through my line every day.
My place of employment informed us they don’t want us handling customer’s shopping bags, but they are is still making me handle money and Airmiles so really, what’s the point? The Corona Virus is going to travel on the money.
I’ve been wearing gloves and I’ve used sanitizer. I’m not touching my face. I have tried to be diligent. Does anyone care that I am exposed? No, as long as the grocery store doesn’t close, and there is still somebody available to ring in their chips and other processed shit so that they can bunker down, germ free.
I don’t even want to go to work, but dammit, I need the money.
Only one person out of thousands asked me if I have enough food. ONE.
Isn’t that grand?
I find humanity cold and disgusting.