Covid has taken from us the inalienable right, nay, duty(!) to cough on people without consideration…
But, I tell ya', once this whole pandemic thing is over....
Covid has taken from us the inalienable right, nay, duty(!) to cough on people without consideration…
But, I tell ya', once this whole pandemic thing is over....
That's typical of those devious frontline health workers -- always scheming to make a quick covid death buck!
*facepalm*
Herd immunity? More like cow cosplayers to the slaughter! Moo!
Trump pumped up with a mystery steroid cocktail; Pence with that fly and funky eye; an infected administration collapsing all 'round... it's the 45th's version of GOP utopia!
As the White House NOW scrambles to be Covid-19 preventive friendly…
Praise be to Jebus! A Miracle Cure! Hallelujah!
Yet another Scribble-dee-doo-dah Day.
Another Scribble-dee-doo-dah Day.
Oh dear! Another scribble-dee-doo-dah to fill the emptiness of my Sunday afternoon.
Time for another scribble-dee-doo-dah session in front of the TV on another frosty Friday morn' (with pancakes!!!).
Ahh, it’s that time of year I draw up a special German-themed birthday doodle for my favorite mom (of my fan/friend in New Jersey)(#adoptedmominnutley), continuing on with the in-joke previously mentioned here.
This time, the painfully German traditionalistic eccentricities of this one are coupled with the whole Covid-19 brouhaha we’re all in together at this time.
Back at work for only a week (#covid19)(#lockdown)(#socialdistancing), I had to take some annual leave in order to be paid 100% of my regular salary (it’s a complicated accounting thingy). And it’s compulsory to let the company know when you go on annual leave/vacation/et al, generally by email.
So I emailed this as I walked out last night.
Got word from the boss: "Back to work on Monday!"
Huh... after only 30 days working from home, I sorta banked on this whole isolation thing to last a couple of months more...
Covid-19 has rudely disrupted just about everything for everybody. And Easter, for most people, has been totally ruined - it literally climbed up onto the festively decorated dinner table, pulled down its pants and peed all over the smoked pork butt ‘n’ taters!
Lucky for me, thanks to my way-under-the-radar micro hoarding* over the last two weeks, I found an upside.
(* micro hoarding: where one goes to one grocery store and buys only the essentials… then, on the way home, drops by a second store and buys the exact same items & quantity - with some wiggle room for product alternates.) (No, I’m not crazy.)
What to do when there are ZERO protective face masks on shelves?
Why, you be creative!
No managers physically looking over my shoulder. No forced co-worker comradery.
God bless you, Emergency Work From Home Policy!
A global company email was sent out to all workers. Subject line read “We have face masks for all who want them!”
But Fathom Boy® refused and replied with the following statement:
Blow out the candle and your 3-Ply wish might come true!
Hoarding toilet paper. That’s right. It’ll be the single thing historians will point to and say “yeah, they were really REALLY stupid back then”.
But the one thing - the one aisle - the panicking masses had overlooked was literally the sweeeetest of ‘em all: the GODDAMN CONFECTIONARY aisle!