ASTORIA, New York City- The bar owner stood up in front of everyone and revealed the credit card that he pays for everything connected to his business with. He then cut the card up into small pieces with a pair of scissors. As the shards sprinkled upon the bar he declared, “I ain’t paying for shit.”
He said he wasn’t going to pay the landlord. He wasn’t going to pay his suppliers. He wasn’t going to pay his staff. He was done.
And so it has begun. At 8pm tonight all bars, gyms, movie theaters, and casinos have been shut down in New York City. Restaurants can only do take out. At 8pm tonight tens of thousands of New Yorkers were instantly laid off. Boom. They would no longer be paid and were told to go and seek unemployment compensation. However, when they went to the website to do so all they found was this:
There was so many of them they crashed the site.
I asked around the bar how much people can expect in unemployment compensation. About $350 a week one guy said.
“That’s not enough to even pay rent.”
This is what social distancing (i.e economic collapse) looks like outside of Twitter. While snowflakes pat themselves on the back for hashtagging #flattenthecurve everywhere the most economically vulnerable people in their city are feeling the brunt. Perhaps they don’t know what it’s like to not know where rent money is going to come from? … let alone health insurance, food for their kids …
But that’s all moot now. The decisions have been made and we’re all entering the quarantine life whether it’s a good idea or not.
My wife had Zoom meetings with her work all day today. To make this short: she will be paid for the next five days. Then she can take her paid time off. Then that’s it. Furloughed. No more pay. She can go to the Department of Labor website and apply for unemployment like everybody else.
I went to the gym one last time. It was almost gruesome how normal it all seemed. People were lifting and grunting like they usually do, seemingly unaware that in a matter of hours the entire place would be shut down indefinitely. There were ads on the screens all over the place promoting tickets for the upcoming Rangers games, which, of course, have all been cancelled. A gruesome sort of mocking.
I did chest flies and watched the president talking on one screen and real time charts of the crashing stock market on another. Wasn’t that the guy who just yesterday Tweeted that the market was higher that it’s ever been? WTF. Up to here the guy’s presidency has gone smoothly — too smoothly. It was almost a potent of something big to come. But we never could have guessed that this would be it: a pandemic right at the crest of an economic wave — the most volatile time for such a hit.
I feel as if we’re making decisions which are making the situation 100x worse and that “flattening the curve” will lead to the deaths of exponentially more people via the chain reaction that is being caused. But I know that it really doesn’t matter how I feel. I’m just another quarantined son of a bitch pounding my frustration into a laptop.
The USA is not China. It’s not Italy. It’s not Spain. It’s not Israel. The USA cannot endure a lock down similar to these countries because … what do you know, we do not have a widespread state-sponsored healthcare system. Italy, Spain, and Israel have universal healthcare; China’s healthcare system is public (and cheap). In the USA, most people’s healthcare is directly connected to their employers. If they lose their job they lose their coverage … and hardly anyone can afford to pay for the medical care they need out of pocket. So when we talk about coronavirus related deaths let’s keep this in mind. #flattenthecurve.
As of now I’m overreacting. Who knows what will happen, but our government’s decision to bail out companies by throwing trillions into the stock market over the past couple of days (which lasted about 15 minutes before traders gobbled it) is not an encouraging sign that they give a shit about laid off bartenders who can’t pay their rent.
As I was sitting at the bar for one last time I had doubts that this shutdown would last for as long as we’re projecting. There would come a point where the authorities would need to choose between continuing the quarantine or complete, for real, economic collapse. They may push it to the limit but they won’t push it over the edge. Right?
“What will you do?” I asked the bartender before he poured his final drink before closing. “I think I will get a keyboard and sit in my basement apartment. Maybe I will learn Spanish.”
I asked the guy to my left. He works for a labor union and he said he’s getting paid to stay at home and do nothing.
The guy next to him said that he’d always be aright. I initially thought he was indicating that he was independently wealthy. He was actually just a consultant practicing positive thinking.
The guy to my right said that he worked for a small business investment company. He’s basically been fired and was milking every last moment that he could drink away his misery until the clock struck eight.
I said my goodbyes.
“See you … whenever,” one guy said as I walked out the door.
The bar may open again in a week. It may never open again.
That’s not hyperbole.
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