Quarantine Diaries: Day 62

Sunday May 31st 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 6, 263, 064 

Deaths: 373, 858 

Recovered: 2, 846, 523 

Today, Anonymous, the hacker group, has decided to take matters into their own hands. While riots have broken out in major cities across America, Trump has told police to “start shooting thugs” in his own words. Something like, “when the looting starts, so does the shooting.” Meanwhile, while his followers were protesting the quarantine by storming city halls with assault rifles, he called them concerned citizens. That’s what’s wrong with this country. Anonymous released Jefferey Epstein’s little Black Book, which implicates the Trump family, some royals, and a couple celebrities in human trafficking. Jeffery Epstein is famous for having “killed himself” right before he was going to name some names of his fellow child abusers. We all know there’s something going on there. I wouldn’t be surprsied if nothing comes of this. Some much damning evidence has come out for powerful people and yet they thrive. Their loyal followers refuse to listen to reason or facts.  

I worked all day today, but I tried to keep track of the riots. A march happened in Asheville yesterday, but it was peaceful. Police even helped to direct traffic. I read in the comments of a post though that the police in Asheville is not to be trusted. I’ve heard things about my local town’s police that doesn’t surprise me. They’re all not very trustworthy large white men who fall into the donut stereotype if you know what I mean. Becoming a nurse or policeman is what teens to around here. It’s noble, but there’s not much selectivity. Anyone can do it. There are some more POC joining those fields locally. In fact, the one time I was pulled over was by a young black guy. He was handsome, in shape, and very polite. I was driving home from work and didn’t realize my tag was expired. My dad deals with that car stuff. I just used it to drive to work, school, and back. That’s it. No joyrides. He apologized, but I knew he was doing his job. Of course, I was terrified when I saw those blue lights. I thought, “is this one of those people who calls my family and I wetbacks?” I know how they feel about people with Spanish names or darker skin. I had a good experience with a policeman, but that’s in the minority. This is all so scary, no one is even worried about corona anymore. Giant groups of people wearing masks, more to protect their identities and filter teargas than anything. If the cases don’t spike, then I will put more in to the theory this was all some elaborate prank. In either regard, statistics say daily deaths are falling.  

Today’s Entertainment: 

Hearing my teenage worker break down why she and her ex best friend still follow each other on Instagram, but are no longer on speaking terms 

Quarantine Dairies: Day 61


Friday May 29th 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 6, 031, 023 

Deaths: 366, 812 

Recovered: 2, 659, 270 

I worked all day. My throat was hurting a bit, but I took Tylenol. Of course, all I’m thinking is…is this is? The virus has finally caught up with me. We’ll see in the coming days I suppose. My coworkers want to go hang out in Charlotte to drink and smoke, but I turned them down. I can’t do the same things other youths do. I have a baby at home. My mom needs my help. I refuse to let her raise him alone. My dad doesn’t help, so I have to be the man in Lucas’s little life.  

I came home and my mother was in bed with the baby. She was frustrated because her bitch of a supervisor made her go to a meeting with human resources. My mom is the nicest person you’ll ever meet. OK that’s an exaggeration but she’s nicer than the average person. The fact that this woman snapped at my mother and had the gall to abuse her power to make my mother silence herself at a work she has been at for 16 years gives me the greatest anger I’ve felt in a while. This same supervisor refuses to wear a mask because it’s against her religious beliefs….no mask…at the Health Department. I’ll let you find what’s wrong there. This beast has set her anger on my mom. My mother said, “Maybe your sister is right and we are cursed.” If so, I’m going to make my mom wear that mal de ojo bracelet I found the other day to ward away bad energy.  

My sister has this idea that a lot of bad things happen to us because we’re unlucky. It’s true bad things happen to us dissproportionately, but we are still healthy so I thank God for that. I pray every night and before after meal. I’m confident in my relationship with God that He will protect us. Having a higer power to believe in is comforting. Speaking of comforting, George Floyd’s murder was arrested and charged with 3rd degree manslaughter. Riots have broken out in other cities like Atlanta. If that’s what it takes to make change, then I’m all for it. Also, Twitter has begun fact checking and censoring Trump’s tweets. About time. Also, that orange crayon wants to ban social media. We’ll see how that goes. I’m guessing the whole free speech thing will strike it down, but less and less makes sense in this country every day. I’m trying to convince my mother to move us back to Mexico or even Spain to join my sister. Hopefully before Lucas speaks so he can develop a cute Spanish lisp.  

Today’s Entertainment: 

Film – Ouija (I would never touch a Ouija board. I found one once in the toy aisle of Target in Texas. What kind of kid thinks summoning a demon is a fun way to pass a summer day?) 

Quarantine Diaries: Day 60

Thursday May 28th 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 5, 900, 527 

Deaths: 361, 764 

Recovered: 2, 577, 181 

Today was boring and all I did was watch Insidious 2 and eat. I walked it off at the park. Around 6 miles, but the whole time I just felt a deep pit in my stomach thinking about the George Floyd scenario. Everyone online and on TV is talking about it, as they should be. People are trying to divert the attention from the police brutality to the looting happening in Minneapolis. They are saying, “Stealing plasma TVs will not bring George back.” Yeah, that’s the point. Someone is dead. Nothing else matters. People will react how they will. Some will take advantage of his death for their personal or political gain. I have so many thoughts I want to post, but words can be misconstrued. I’m just sad for his family. I want justice for him and the hundreds of other innocent black lives taken. They deserved better. They still deserve better.  

I fear for my nieces and nephew. I fear for my friends. For the families I serve ice cream cones or check Disney DVD’s out to. They shouldn’t be scared of the ones who are meant to protect them. I know most police are good, but America has a lot of deep-rooted issues we need to get to the bottom of.  Some people abuse their power. From local law enforcement to the White House. We can all agree that there’s work to be done and change to happen. We shouldn’t be fighting violence with violence, but posting #RIP on social media can only do so much. I post this here and not on social media because people don’t care what I have to say. I know because I don’t care about most people’s posts either. I’m a white Mexican who grew up in the mountains of North Carolina. How can I possibly help the Black Lives Matter movement? Progress seems unachievable at times, but the resilience of black Americans has always been evident. I still want to have hope that a voice will rise to unite all of America, but it’s like we’re 50 baby countries pretending to be one adult one. 

Today’s Entertainment: 

Film – Insidious: Chapter 2 (we found a “mal de ojo” bracelet in a pile of laundry yesterday. It’s basically a handmade bracelet with an eye in the center meant to ward off evil spirits and bad luck brought on by other people’s jealousy of you. Later in the day, I found a picture frame on the ground. It was my sister’s elementary school portrait and the glass was shattered. It makes me think the house is haunted now like the one in this movie, Also, there should be a Conjuring and Insidious crossover because both have James Wan and Patrick Wilson. They can just say that Josh is a lost nephew of Ed Warren. See? Continuity solved) 

Quarantine Diaries: Day 59

Wednesday May 27th 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 5, 778, 551 

Deaths: 356, 722 

Recovered: 2, 490, 431 

Most of the chicken fingers refunded, but one is still pending. I’m watching you Zaxby’s app. I went to work for five hours on this dreary day with plans to go across the street to Great Clips after for a haircut with my girl Brenda from Wisconsin. There’s another Brenda there too and she’s a witch. Not the cool kind, just the mean kind. She tried to cut my ear off when I was a kid. I checked in online, with a wait of 140 minutes. After work I went in and check in in-person with a wait of 80 minutes. Masks were required to enter the salon. I entered and the lobby was empty apart from a single chair by the coatrack and a check-in table to the immediate left. A young girl sat there wearing her mask while “6 feet apart” and “no shampoo or rinse services provided at this time” signs hung from the fold out table. I gave her my name and she searched it on the iPad. She said she would call me when I was ready to be seen, but I’d have to wait in the parking lot. The lot was pretty empty considering the wait. I’m guessing most people did what I did and left during the wait. I pumped gas. It’s $1.75 a gallon at the moment. I then ordered chicken tender subs on sale from Publix. While those were made, I went to the dollar store and bought some candy, drinks, and Dove soap. I buy my soap there because I get a whole bar for a dollar. I love a good deal. I then went back across the street to Publix, which is a fancy white people grocery store. My sandwich wasn’t ready so I was just wandering around looking like I belonged. I peed, I looked at their sausages and cakes, and perused their assorted vegetables. I got a call, expecting it to be the stylist, but it was a Publix chef telling me they didn’t have wheat bread. I told them to give me whatever bread they had. Seconds later, the stylist called me.  

Stylist – “Is this Oscar? Are you in our parking lot?” 

Oscar – “Um. Yes”, I lied.  

Stylist – “Come on in.” 

I then told them they didn’t need to toast the sub, but the lady went on taking her time wrapping my sandwich. Of course, I ran into a family friend and her husband. How’s your family? Blah blah blah. I shook his hand, and she scolded him. I told them not to worry because I have hand sanitizer in my car. I then sprinted to my car and sped to Great Clips. When I walked in, they told me to sit in a little fold chair. I was called by this little old lady I’ve never seen there before. Her name was Clara, I think. She was nice but she mumbled a lot. I just nodded. She told me how she thought 9/11 was the end of the world and this feels just like that. She also said something derogatory about the Chinese, but I pretended not to hear. I then tipped her $5 which is big spending for me. The stylists and the clients all wore masks. She would just clip around the band or move it slightly while cutting around my ear. I poured hand sanitizer on my face and drove straight home for a shower. Better safe than sorry. I washed all the clothes I had on. I don’t know how many careless old people have gone into that salon since they’ve opened. 5 went in while I was in there.  

I only tell you about my dumb haircut because I want to show you every aspect of quarantine life, but there are greater things happening in the world. Recently, video of several police man kneeling on a black man’s neck came out. The man yelled that he couldn’t breathe. He was scared, but the police didn’t care. Pictures have surfaced of that cop with a “Make Whites Great Again” hat. George Floyd died. America has been desensitized to black men dying. It’s terrifying. They don’t even have to be doing anything. Some black men and women have been shot by police in their own homes. America’s poison hasn’t been diluted by the quarantine. Every week we hear about black people killed, Latinos detained, and Asians harassed. I’m angry. Riots have started in Minneapolis. They mayor is demanding the killer is arrested. So often in these cases, the cops are given paid leave as a slap on the writs. I hope the riots continue, if only to prove to the suits that we are tired as a nation. There is a race war simmering under this pandemic and it’s only getting worse. 

Today’s Entertainment: 

TV – Dead to Me (a comedy drama about suburban women who kill each other’s husbands but get through it with drugs and the power of friendship) 

Quarantine Diaries: Day 58

Tuesday May 26th 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 5, 678, 242 

Deaths: 351, 638 

Recovered: 2, 426, 386 

*Disclaimer: I realize all of this is first world problems but this is my diary so let me vent. * 

My mom wanted me to order chicken fingers, so I ordered through the Zaxby’s app. The app glitched out and kept denying my order request, so I clicked “retry”. It kept failing. Finally, it went through. All good and well until my mother got into the long line and was told that no such order was placed. Still, my card had already been charged and I had a confirmation email. I then checked to make sure it was the right location. Indeed, it was. I checked my bank account and my card was charged not once, not twice, but 7 times for some chicken tenders! $16 each time so around $112! That’s so many chicken fingers! Apparently, the manager called corporate and the app was glitching statewide. My mom still had to pay out of her pocket so they better refund all of it. Now I sound like that lady who got mad at me with her card not going through when we first switched registers, but it’s annoying for all parties involved. Sometimes I hate technology. I was just praising these fast food apps days ago, and claiming Subway had the worst one because the customization never came out right. I guess Zaxby’s is now the worst one. Best is hands down Chick-Fil-A. They’ve got it down to a tee. Next Is Dominoes and Jimmy Johns. They’re pretty good too.  

I was going to go for a haircut, but the wait was still an hour at all times. One Great Clips in Missouri actually broke out with COVID cases after their reopening. I just want to shave my head at this point because my hair is greasy and oddly heavy. I went to the park with my friends. They were eating Chipotle. Barf. If I’m going to eat fake Mexican food, I will go with Taco Bell. At least the diarrhea is swift and painless. I caught up with a bunch of shows, but I’m going to work again tomorrow. I’m still really pissed about the Zaxby’s situation. I may never eat chicken fingers again. To top it all off, my dad made me do tech support to install yet another Wi-Fi extender that came in the mail because the company sent us the wrong version the first one. At least they sent us the newest one for free. Some companies care…about their reputation that is. Not about the customer. I read that only the ruthless and sociopathic CEO’s become successful because it takes a level of dehumanization to climb to the top of the business pyramid. Because of that, I want to be a writer. Instead of being mean to humans, they’re mean to fictional characters and that can’t hurt anyone except dedicated fans.  

Today’s Entertainment: 

TV – Rick and Morty, Vida, Stargirl, and The Durrells in Corfu 

Quarantine Diaries: Day 57

Monday May 25th 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 5, 586, 715 

Deaths: 347, 852 

Recovered: 2, 365, 541 

Today was Memorial Day. No fireworks were heard. Only baby cries. No just Lucas’s either because the other three babies visited too. We watched Parasite and the full first season of Never Have I Ever. I’ve seen both already, but I loved them and I like watching anything with my cousin Flor because her reactions are like getting an extra cherry of entertainment on top of the cake being presented to me on the screen. The only thing is that she always predicts what’s going to happen before it does. I know that’s annoying, but it’s kind of funny when she does. It’s some kind of specific brujeria for sure.  

“He’s going to end up with her”  

“That ghost was a real person the whole time”  

“That woman is going to be poisoned by a peach”  

I do the same thing, but I don’t say it out loud. I’ve just learned the formulas of TV and film. She just gets visions, I guess. We ate pizza, wings, and pasta. The babies gave me hugs and kisses. The only low point was when Kat, my Afro-Latina niece, said: “My hair is ugly”. She has beautiful curls. Flor, Kat’s grandmother, said she spent all morning brushing out Kat’s curls with black girl products. Of course, we immediately dove in with the compliments. “I wish I had hair like yours!” “Your hair is beautiful, like Moana’s!” “You are basically a tiny baby model, what are you talking about?” We fell into her trap because she immediately said.  

“I know my hair is beautiful.”  

They learn quickly.  

Today’s Entertainment: 

TV and Film Encore – Parasite and Never Have I Ever