DCSHRM - COVID-19 A.K.A.THE CORONA VIRUS
It is the middle of July 2020, and if you just crawled out of your bunker after a year-long hiatus from humanity, you may be surprised at how much things have changed. First of all, you’re a little early. By most accounts, our novel Coronavirus is only 30 to 40% through the population of its favorite host, good ol’ homo sapiens. Second, you’re probably glad you bought those surplus gas masks, as everyone outside is wearing some form of face-covering (unless they’re angry about something, in which case the virus leaves them alone in favor of a weaker host).
Your local buffet is most likely not open, your local warehouse store probably isn’t willing to sell you more than one case of Charmin, your butcher will want 3 times more for a pound of beef than he did last year and you’ll have a 53-minute wait outside the liquor store at a distance of about 6 feet from the next closest human (no rationing of alcohol or nicotine, so stock up before heading back to the bunker). The most annoying thing about this particular global pandemic may be that all of the residents of the shady acres resort you abandoned knowing they’d come to come to their deserved apocalyptic demise, probably haven’t.
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