And yet here we are facing a deadly variation of the flu.

My level of anxiety has increased markedly as the virus has spread. This anxiety has manifested itself as anger, at times, and has been a source of friction within my support group.

I wonder why this time it’s different, having survived swine flu, H1 N1, and yearly cold and flu seasons.

Having a day job in the retail arena gives me a chance to see people at their best and their worst.

The pandemic is bringing out people’s true colors. Some are very thankful and appreciative of our efforts to supply the basic items for day to day living. Others find every reason to try and cheat the system and get more than their fair share.

People’s justification for trying to exceed posted limits on products shows how ingenious the human mind can be.

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Whether to price gouge later, or not to ever run out of toilet paper, people try everything including stating that they “did not see the sign” even though they passed 7 different ones on the way to the toilet paper. Or, “it’s not really for me, I have an 85-year-old grandmother with underlying health conditions who cannot come out.”

Ok, then take the one you are allowed home and give it to them.

Boy that is sounding cold and uncaring. Yet, if we are to serve the most people possible, then we must set limits. And adhere to them. And those limits may not be popular with everyone. Which can set up confrontation for my employees and ultimately myself as their support.

Some days, I would rather face zombies.

My Concealed Depression is written under the alias “Depression is not my boss.” I have certifications in SMART Recovery and am a Global Career Development Facilitator.

Last year, I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder.

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