Today, I did not work.
My sister came over and I ordered door dash and watched Netflix with her. We did not do homework or classes online.
Yesterday, I went to work.
Yesterday, I ran two miles and showered.
At work, I ate a frozen meal and an orange.
At work, I wore a mask and gloves and had to repeatedly tell my cashiers that wearing their masks was not a choice, but mandatory.
Tomorrow I have off. I will savor this day. I will work out and eat well. I will make sure my sister finds some joy.
Friday I will work. I will be back at the grocery store. I will encounter the rude, the scared, the thankful, and the ignorant.
I will try to protect my cashiers. I will try to protect my customers. I will try to protect myself. I will try.
But when will my government decide to protect me? When will they decide my life is worth more than a two dollar raise?
I will go to work. And I will remember the anger. I will remember my frustration. The people who are working for minimum wage that isn’t even a living wage. The people getting less than a basic wage and putting their lives at risk because otherwise they would face homelessness. The unemployed who are getting more than those putting their lives at risk. The government who has forced millions into unemployment. The college students get kicked out. I get kicked out. Some get checks, I do not get a check. I am still at my grocery store.
And I will try to protect us.
Figured I should write something during quarantine