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So!! I wore a mask for 5 hours & felt like I was suffocating, which in turn felt like I might have a panic attack so I had to take an anxiety pill. I went through 30? 40? Pairs of gloves. A man joked about us wearing masks. A father out with his baby said “we don’t live in fear” https://twitter.com/cardanthia/status/1262846407754633220
Bc i saw someone had opened the baby’s straw (we would normally open them & just leave the top on) and I offered to get the kid a new straw. There were jokey complaints about drinking alcohol from styrofoam. We wasted a phenomenal amount of paper
Bc we threw menus away after each table (plus of course the aforementioned styrofoam). Every table asked how I was and lied and said great. Someone asked me to fill in their tip so they didn’t have to touch the check even though we were carrying their drinks, food etc
Seeing my colleagues again was great, we were all kind of in the same mindset of “this is insane, but we’re here and we have to.” Everything went comparatively smoothly and yet at the same time I have never felt so much like I could not handle my job.
Being an employee at a private country club I normally try not to talk publicly about my job. We have a membership who knows us and we know them and thus I try to keep it out of my social media. But this has broken me.
I can’t spend my foreseeable future suffocating on my own CO2 for a job that is ultimately pointless. I do want to sacrifice ever getting to hug my parents again for tips. No one needs restaurants. We wear masks to protect them, none of them wear a mask to protect us.
If you would ask me, I’d say that eating in a restaurant is not essential. But apparently it is actually my life and health that is inessential instead.
If I get fired for this thread it would kind of be a relief. I wouldn’t have to weigh quitting and making it worse on my coworkers and managers, whom I adore. This is cruel and insane. America is cruel and insane.
