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Plaguespreader

By: Matthew Misener, Twitter: twitter.com/ArlinBradley

I’m infected. You know what I’m infected with. You saw it on the news. The World Health Organization called it a pandemic the other day. I never thought it would infect me. But, it did. Now, I don’t know what to do.

Unlike some people my age, I don’t have a salary. I don’t have any sick days. I used them all when I sprained my ankle in January. Brett says I need a doctor’s note to get paid leave. You know, to make sure I’m not capitalizing on the paranoia to dodge shifts. He doesn’t want to set a precedent. Problem is, I can’t afford the bill. Sure, it’s not a 100k heart attack bill. But $175 for a checkup is almost half a week’s pay. I know I need to self-quarantine. But, I don’t have any savings. I can’t pay rent if I don’t go out and make rent money. You know what I need to do. But, I’m not sure I have the stomach to do it.