COVID

You lay your head on your pillow at night and pray to the God you hardly believe in anymore that tomorrow will be better.

You sleep your deep slumber and have those REM dreams, yet you don’t remember them like you use too. The fragments that do stay just leave a sense of confusion when you wake.

You open your eyes and see the pitch black. Only difference is that it is in the morning instead of evening. Your alarm woke you up as it always does. It’s just a start to the same monduane day- it just has a different weekday attached to it. This has been your motto for God knows how long and trust He does.

You change your hairstyle, the color, your nails, go shopping, yet in the end you still feel the same. That this world needs to be more kind.

Maybe it is because of COVID and it has been a year or so since “quarantine” started, and the whole world kind of came to a stop.

Families were forced inside for extended periods of time, couples too, even singles. Emotions came up that everyone thought were buried like how the mafia makes dead bodies disappear.

We were forced to STOP everything, unless you were essential.

We were forced to STOP everything, and people lost their jobs.

We were forced to STOP everything, and continue acting like we were ok.

Let’s face it our emotions got the best of us sometimes.

My anxiety did get worse, and hasn't gotten any better.

I know people where their depression has almost gotten the best of them, because they forgot who they truly are.

I know people that let the voices in and destroy the wonderful person they are only because COVID came and FUCKED everything up.

No one’s life is easy. We all try and survive. Yet some forget to be nice while doing just that.

Being essential doesn’t mean that we had it easy. We got to be drained emotional and physically everyday before we came home. Most nights I would fall asleep on the couch before my husband and I actually went to bed. Some days I would cry in my car on the way home because of how hard the day was and mean the people were.

In the beginning of this there were new protocols what seemed like everyday.

Wearing a mask for 8+ hours a day while running around in close quarters helping people that most the time DON’T THANK YOU. Sadly you get numb to it. You become grateful for your regular customers and the very nice customers that understand everyone is doing their best.

I am a pharmacy technician PLEASE understand I love my job. I honestly do. I HATE COVID and what it has done to the public. How the public takes their anger out on us more so now because their medications aren’t ready when the promise time is 8pm today and you’re here when we open the store.

Like seriously?

OK, fine all I can do is deal with the now - not their attitude.

Got to brush it off and move on the best I can.

I HATE COVID

I HATE COVID I HATE COVID I HATE COVID

I hate how I can’t explain how to really feel without sounding like someone that hates the world when I don’t. I hate being mistreated and disrespected when DOING my job.

I can’t be disrespectful back because that is not who I am unless the person has truly crossed a line. I will still do it in a respectful way because my job is ALWAYS on the line.

People look for any reason to complain to my manager to corporate, about really anything. Covid has just escalated everyone's emotions with anger and depression, that we are all affected in one way or another.

Whether we are the ones the the emotions happening which is ok or the ones having the emotions affected upon us from others.

This world has turned into a drain and it is about time we plug it and save us all.

~From a different type of view~ Rori Lelu