The country has begun to confront the oppression that has become inherent to it since before its founding. People are protesting en mass in every state, and most major cities about police brutality and systemic racism that has defined the Black experience for as long as they've been in this country. Even my own little community here in Utah had a small gathering to come together to bond and confront the racism that is prevalent here. But that's not what this little essay is about. It's about wearing masks.
tahCovid-19 hit like a brick shattering a pane-glass window here in my little Utah town; suddenly and destructively. I work at a grocery store where my duties are fairly expansive, but my primary responsibility is overseeing the store's online shopping: I am essentially a personal shopper and delivery driver with the title of manager. My job does see me at other tasks: creating signage for the stores digital billboard, submitting changes for the weekly ad and writing emails for deals and events. Thursdays are one of two days I'm given each week to focus on these other tasks, I have another person overseeing the orders and I focus on office tasks. Thursday March 12th started as any other Thursday.