Speaking of the Rona....
testing commences for us neer’do’wells at work next week. They are sending out some sort of a test kit that we can use. I have no idea of how the process will work, but for now, the employer is paying for the kits.
The vaxxed have no such test, despite them being as susceptible to getting and spreading the Rona as the rest of us.
The test is a mystery until it is delivered to my house, hopefully in an inconspicuous package. Although frankly, I don’t care if my mail carrier knows that I’m unjabbed or not. I kind of think that she’s unjabbed too.
Several weeks from now...
Meyer - “Na, I don’t have the coof, my cats butthole might, but not me. And believe me, getting that swab [scratches numerous linear scabs on arms] up there was a herculean feat...”
That’s how my employer is doing the testing. We unjabbed test. I asked for the saliva test because it’s noninvasive. I had to get a doctor’s note. I got one. We don’t have to test during holidays, just during work weeks.
Starting January 1, we have to submit our results, not just proof we tested. In my county, the saliva tests are delivered to your doorstep, and you drop them back at a designated fedex office... results in a couple of days...all for free. For now.
I think that’s causing my malaise... I wake up every morning wondering what will change/happen today. There is nothing I can count on anymore. Not career, not family, not church leaders, not government, not feds, not doctors. It’s down to five dear friends and unwoke husband. All of whom are vaxxed.
As far as job goes, I will persevere until I am fired... or June...whichever is first.