Life Sometimes…

2020 is a year to remember. As some put it, it’s an oatmeal raisin cookie dressed up as chocolate chip. To others, it’s a never ending kick to the balls. Everyone is facing a pandemic, the media is lying left and right to produce ratings over information, politics…well let’s not even go there, and worst of all many if not most people are having to choose between personal safety and a pay check.

I fall into the latter struggle (most recently anyways) of being an immunocompromised person faced with a choice of subjecting myself to COVID-19 or losing my job. It’s not like I don’t have a doctor’s note. I do, and my employer states (CARES Act be damned) that hourly workers are not afforded the same work from home privileges as salary workers. Little did they know until the nurse asked for my note, that I’d been doing this already for 2 months. They didn’t even realize I was gone, however now, they question how they could watch my work and ensure I was working while clocked in. If anything, the last 2 months I’ve been given compliments about my output. I have to report to the site on Monday, and I plan to! Armed to the gills with information showing I am eligible for the same luxuries as those they didn’t screw out of a raise to salary 11 months ago (my Supervisors agreed/approved, HR stopped it dead in the water comparing my request to my predecessors reason for being paid $10 more an hour than me, but that’s another story).

Outside of that, my mother was confirmed positive for COVID-19 around my birthday. She luckily recovered, but 6 weeks later suffered from Pulmonary Embolisms.

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