I swore I wouldn’t talk about this but here I am

Hopefully this will be one of my only posts about this because I am so sick of hearing about, reading about, talking about this fucking virus.

Yesterday was my first day at work since our Governor cracked down on food service. No sitting down for a leisurely lunch. No helping yourself to a big bowl of homemade soup. No salt and pepper. No napkins.

It’s a little weird for sure, but while I was in my kitchen yesterday, making a million sandwiches for people to grab out of the cooler, I felt really good.

As I worked I reminded myself that I was doing service for the community. And that felt great.

I was feeding people in a time of uncertainty and stress, doing my bit to give folks one less thing about which to worry.

I got the warm fuzzies.

And then someone (whose opinion I normally respect) came in mouthing off about socialism and asking “Did Bernie already win the election? Because this is what it’s going to look like in our country if he wins.”

He bitched on about the government telling us what we can and cannot do. That it starts with a national/global emergency and suddenly we’ve opened the door to “the government running our lives, telling us when we can breathe or take a shit.

Then, “Do you see how Trump is actually doing something. And he gets no credit for it because of all of you Social Democrats.”

And here I am feeling good about feeding people.

Then, another customer came in bitching about how inconvenient this all is and that it’s stupid that we’re overreacting and this is just “irritating.”

“This is ridiculous that we can’t sit down in a cafe. That my child has to come home from college (while other parents can’t wait to get their birdies all back in the nest during this weird time.) Stupid that the Governor is making all of these rules that are unnecessary because this is no worse than Aids or Ebola and we didn’t shut down our lives then.”

Here’s what I want to say to them and everyone else who feels the need to grumble, groan, and tell the world that they know better than those in power making these ridiculous decisions…

“Suck it up buttercup.”

We’re here. It’s here. The rules are in place, like it or not. Stop thinking about the inconvenience to yourself and think about the inconvenience to the 5th person to need a ventilator in a county that only has four.

Think about the person to whom you are bitching who is just doing their job, under stressful circumstances, hoping that they will still have a job in the coming days, weeks, months.

Think about that person, those people, and shut your trap.

It is what it is. The gal making egg salad sandwiches has no control over it nor does she want to be the person making the decisions about what’s safe and what isn’t.

Maybe I am a sheep – one who will just follow the herd, going wherever we are told, even if it means following my fellow sheep in jumping right off a cliff. Who knows?

Or maybe I’ve learned that in a situation like this, resistance just makes me look stupid and selfish in light of more vulnerable people actually having to worry about this.

And I’m not a doctor. Nor am I the governor.

Are we overreacting? Maybe, maybe not. But I am certainly not qualified to make that call.

All that I know is that people need food. I make food. So for as long as I am allowed, I will make food for the people that need it.

And then, Elvis and I will practice social distancing – something at which we are VERY skilled.

He couldn’t be happier with the isolation recommendation. He gets to be with me here at home, in front of the fire, in my lap, much more than he does under normal circumstances.

So who are we to complain?

 

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