Wittie Cooper Writes Again

Wow, it's been a weird week, huh? Isn't it strange how your whole week or even month can totally change in the blink of an eye? There I was, sitting with my manager and assistant manager discussing the plan for the rest of the week.  The hysteria over the coronavirus was just beginning to amp up and my coworker who had recently returned from a trip abroad had decided to quarantine herself.   I sympathized with her decision, but I was scared about trying to juggle all the things for the week without her.  My only consolation was that, because the county was getting more and more serious about the threat of infection, there was a rumor that the programs for the week would be cancelled, taking a serious chunk of my responsibilities off my plate. This rumor turned out to be a fact, and we were scrambling to let the patrons know as soon as possible of the cancellations. After we went over the plan of attack and they assuaged all my other fears and concerns, my ma...

via GIPHY I stole that title from this meme my friend shared after I broke the news on Facebook that I had the dreaded rosy eyeball.  Doesn't that sound prettier?  We should try and find alternative names for other inconvenient diseases.   Like, instead of a cold sore, we could call them "lip nubbins" - doesn't that sound adorable?  No?  Still gross?  Ah well. When you think about it, aren't we humans all pretty gross at times?  I mean, we ARE animals after all, with the same body hair, odor and growths issues that afflicts primates.  And yet, we think because we have evolved mentally (somewhat) we think our bodies have, too.  We live under the unrealistic belief that we are always perfectly scrubbed, clipped, and neat, when in reality, catch anyone on a bad day, and you'll see what humans really look like.  And that gives me comfort, actually.  Imagining a perfect specimen like Gal Godot is somewhere hunched over a to...