To nobody’s surprise, our state’s stay-at-home order has been extended to May 1. On Friday, the national Centers for Disease Control issued an advisory to wear a mouth and nose covering (not a medical mask) when outside the home and social distancing guidelines can be difficult to follow.
We’ve been asked to prepare for some bad news the coming week. We crossed the ten thousand death threshold over the weekend, and since this virus is spreading geometrically, the count a week from today could be unprecedented. And when we do get to next week, our state still wouldn’t have reached its peak number of cases; I believe that delaying the surge is good, but the anticipation is nerve-wracking.
I’ve stopped paying attention to anything said by The Fraud. This emergency has brought out every one of his bad qualities. The best he could do now is step aside and let medical professionals and state governors take over, but his ego would never allow that. It’s going to get worse, indeed.
I felt like doing something to help, so I’m starting a new job tomorrow.
I’ve written previously about my appreciation for grocery stores, and how their continued operation has been crucial. As expected, demand for curbside pickup has skyrocketed the past few weeks, so much that if you want to schedule a pickup now, you need to pick a time at least three days in the future. Looking to expand this service, grocery stores are hiring.
So last week, I filled out an application. Couldn’t help laughing when I got a call the next day asking for my qualifications (well my doctorate will sure come in handy). Filled out the paperwork online over the weekend, and went to new hire orientation this morning. At eight tomorrow morning, I’m going to be doing… I really don’t know what. But if I can make a difference in people’s lives as we deal with this crisis, it’ll be worthwhile.
On a side note, this new job will be my first position in a union. Not happy about losing a good portion of my first paycheck for due payment, but curious to see in what others being a union man will be different.
Among the documentation I received during orientation was a letter I was advised to keep in my car. Should the state prohibit non-essential travel — there haven’t been any whispers of such a declaration, but a lot has happened the last two months I never thought would occur in this land — I am to show this letter to the police should I get pulled over. “Critical Industry Employee Authorization to Travel Regardless of the Time of Day;” that I have such a document in my possession is a terrible marvel.
This is America, and we’re wearing masks outside the home.
This is America, and our largest city is storing corpses in coolers.
This is America, and I’ve been issued a letter of protection should a travel lockdown be declared.
This is America, and a lot of experiences we take for granted — going to a movie or sporting event, having friends over for dinner, seeing our doctor in person — are gone.
This is America, and we don’t know when we’ll start feeling normal again.