At this point I'm not even sure I'm thankful I have projects to accomplish because it's hard to see any work paying off the way I want it to (ie. keep me living my current lifestyle in my current line of work), it all just seems so distant. Gatherings of ten or more are officially a misdemeanor offense through April 30th now which means that even if we were to ever reopen as normal, I highly doubt we'd have the same part-time staff.



There are bits during the day where I get little rushes of dopamine - a big takeout order here, a random thought sounding really good until it gets said out loud and immediately you realize the logistics behind it are unfeasible.



It hasn't even been a full week of this and I'm burned out. You have no idea how stressful it is to sit around an empty restaurant that can seat 150 people with your chef owner who just had his second son four days ago, your retail manager who just finalized plans for his wedding this summer and closed on a house.


There are a lot of heartening things going on - I'm jealous of one neighborhood association that's already raised nearly $150,000 for the employees of its bars and restaurants, for sure - that make it easy for a procrastinating guy like myself to start thinking, maybe it won't be so bad. But I just don't know how that could possibly be true.



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