Stuck coming to work while old ladies come in to buy lottery tickets and newspapers. So glad my job is "essential"
The lockdown in Spain is strict. My partner and I stay home, except once a week when I go out for food. In the little supermarket you have to keep a distance of two metres, so only so many are let in at a time. Where we live is semi-rural. It is quiet.
My dad doesn't believe in coronavirus, and keeps going out (breaking the law to do so) and speaking to people.
Meanwhile, I'm concerned that because I have a bunch of diagnoses, I wouldn't be prioritised for a ventilator if there wasn't enough, despite being young, and that I'd be left to die.
So that's not fun at all, and I really wish I didn't have to live with my parents, but nobody will give me a job because they don't think me capable. So I'm really not enjoying the lockdown, being yelled at by my alcoholic father all the time and spending all my days crying.
Your dad is being stupid. Do you at least have your own room? If you are young the risk of anything bad happening is minimal. Scotland has excellent hospitals. Do you have contacts online you can talk with? I log in here every day.
Is it funtime on the dance floor? Is all well?
I'm doing well... although right now I'm mad at one of my so called friends
I hope you can patch up your differences.
Glad to hear that. Everything all right otherwise?
Everything is fine, otherwise. I think the town I'm in is finally letting stores open their lobbies open back up, which is a good thing. Means I might finally be able to get hired at Hardee's.
Good luck with that.