The Virus Day 167, Dimondale, Michigan

All well, but had a close call maybe. I almost met a guy that now has COVID.

Two Fridays ago, I did a live video conference gig for the people trying to open the gyms in MI. Yeah, I know. Who cares about gyms? I don’t at all, but the pay was decent enough.

Most wore masks but here's the thing. The suits to jock ratio was about 1 to 1 behind the scenes of this GOP inspired “press conference.”

It quickly became clear, the whole effort, any effort to open anything in Michigan frankly, has been co-opted by Trump and pals to throw wrenches at the Dems, mainly aimed at “that woman from Michigan” our amazing Gov Whitmer, who has been relentless in using SCIENCE to keep this state healthy, wisely keeping the ridiculous closed.

Anyway. . . .

The gig was almost a complete cluster fuck. The day before, I was given a whole bunch of newish equipment that apparently no one tested.

So I did. I always test EVERYTHING before a live show of any kind. Even for people and causes I could not give two shits about. That’s why I demand $50 an hour now. When I say I’ll do it, it gets done.

This happens a lot in freelance. We get a call. We do a gig. We find out at the end the people we just helped are total assholes as that’s the kind of people that…