Dear Diary: I’m Essentially Non-Essential

If I hear (or better yet, say) “man, this is weird” one more time, I’ll spontaneously combust.

To say that this is a bizarre time in all our lives feels like the understatement of the century.

And then, to make things even weirder, the emails started rolling in. The “It’s Not You, It’s Me” emails, announcing that hours are cut and contracts are paused *indefinitely*…