The More Things Change

We’re no longer doing the employee self test for Covid; basically, we’ve been given a list of symptoms and if we have any, we have to speak with management. We also aren’t offering any masks for employees. So eventually, I’m going to have to start hitting my own personal supply in order to have a fresh mask.

I pretty much expected that. It’s been the main reason why I’ve been buying boxes of masks for so long. I knew that eventually, I would have to fend for myself and I did what I could to prepare.

I still think it’s a bad idea, though. We’re still in the midst of a pandemic. People are still falling ill. Shanghai is in a lockdown due to rising cases. We’re going to see another spike in cases. We’re going to see our hospitals get overwhelmed again. It won’t be pretty and everyone will act super surprised that this is happening again. Because they didn’t learn anything from the past two years.

This is why I refuse to stop wearing my mask. I don’t want to catch this garbage. I don’t want to deal with it. Yes, I’ve been vaccinated. If I need a yearly booster, I will get it. But I’m also going to keep wearing my mask. Because I don’t trust people anymore. I can’t. It’s too dangerous.

This whole thing is doing an awful number on my anxiety. I have good days and ridiculously bad days. On the good days, I’m pretty much fine. On the bad days, I don’t want to leave the house.

The bad days are starting to outnumber the good days.

Currently, I’m gearing up to start packing. I still need a few things, but most of my clothes can get packed immediately. The sooner I do that, the sooner I’ll feel better. I might not be able to control the actions of others, but I can at least control my schedule when it comes to BotCon.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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