Ghislaine Maxwell’s deposition regarding sex trafficking for Jeffery Epstein has finally been released. Some of it has been redacted, but lots of info here. I am in process of going through it. In the meantime, I have posted a link below for you all to check out yourselves if interested.
I found a site with all 400 plus pages of it for anyone following this:
I started to write “Quarantine Day [whatever] but we are no longer under quarantine, and I started back to work a little while ago.
I went from not working for 100-odd days to working A LOT. I have not had the mental capacity to keep writing this journal. It’s deeply depressing to me to count and recount the ways in which the handling of COVID here in Florida has failed us. Nothing is changing for the better, people are getting sick at an alarming rate (every other day, it seems someone I know has tested positive for the virus), and I still have not seen any unemployment, so I was forced back to work, putting myself at risk for the sake of people’s dining-out pleasure. It’s emotionally and physically draining, but I don’t really have a choice right now.
So that’s where I am now. It’s definitely not all rainbows and butterflies down here in the Sunshine state, as I’m sure anyone who hasn’t been living under a rock can see. There’s not much else to say. I’m just going to keep working until we shut down again or I get the Coronavirus. Whichever happens first. Be safe, everyone!
Lauryn Lucy Brooke is a bartender who lives in Key West, Florida. Her favorite activities used to be traveling, scuba diving, and hanging out with friends. None of which she can do now. Lauryn has a Masters Degree in Journalism from CUNY.
Today is Mother’s Day, which is always a very busy day for me. I consider myself to have five mother figures in my life, and I try to connect with each of them throughout the day, in some semblance of seniority.
If you’ve ever worked in the restaurant industry, you know that a walk-in cooler is your saving grace when you want to unleash unbridled rage without looking like an absolute psycho in front of your coworkers or clientele. Especially on a hot day, if I was ever pissed off to the extreme, I would make my way to any of the giant-sized refrigerators in any of the restaurants I’ve ever worked and let out a giant roar of despair before fixing myself and walking back to the bar with a lime or an orange I absolutely didn’t need. Continue reading “Tales from the End of the Road; Living through COVID19 in Key West Part 6”→
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