So my husband's job has been deemed "essential".. We live in a state where as of now, most non essential businesses are closed, strict stay at home order, etc. And while I'm ever so grateful for the paycheck, (and admitting this is embarassing) he works in a factory that ships fat women online and catalog goods. Yes, fat people pay my bills. Without them I would be homeless.  So it's business as usual, even busier than normal, working overtime, weekends, etc. Of course. I work in the hospitality industry (waitress) but left my job in January and have been struggling to find another one since,  and well fuck it now since the majority of my peers are right there applying for the same supermarket jobs and unemployment with me. Stop eating so much and you won't have to buy new clothes. Your muumuu can't help you when you're dead, Sandra.  Honestly, I welcome the impending apocalypse. Hopefully my immune system can fight off the virus that he IS going to bring home eventually. Because essential. Because fatties.