That would explain the serious labor shortages we are seeing. The food service industry seems especially hard-hit. Maybe they were just more righteous than those of us left behind.
Employees disappearing right and left. Yes. Raptured.
I read about one who was raptured and now blogs about the joys of not working and encourages others to get raptured too. At the very end of the article it mentions that she is living with her parents as she enjoys the thrill of being the Lord's chosen.
Who would have guessed that being risen up to be held in the Lord's bosom actually meant you ended up at your parents house with an iPhone that you can deposit govt checks with one single click?
Seriously, you could really mess with your Mormon friends. "So how did you get left behind?" Maybe a banana isn't the only thing perfectly designed to fit in your hand.
Ha-ha! I'm not in self-quarantine; I'm in self-rapture!
It is lovely to not work for a while--though I've worked my head off all my life, to be able to take time off when I want, and still have the income flowing in.
Summer in the mountains with my family. Friends on iphone and Facetime can't make demands on me. Happy pets. Happy yard. No germs or colds of any kind. Healthy fresh food. Peace. No cult. No social competition. No more lies, because I avoid those. No more volunteer service, because I can't help anyone anyway. My house is full of good books--more than I could ever read--and there's a library within walking distance. I do feel I'm already in Paradise. (Not the Paradise, CA that burned down around my brother.)
According to religious dogma, I will suffer at this indulgence of too much joy and love--suffer the consequence of DEATH. But, won't we all?
Phazer Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > No. I have computed that opinion [about the rapture] based off data > and experience long ago.
So you acknowledge that your views on Ivermectin are not based on "data and experience."
It happened in 1980 (I can't be the only one who though of this) :-)
And you get in your car and drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and it lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he's got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you're in the man from Mars You go out at night eatin' cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subaru And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars Then, when there's no more cars you go out at night And eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow 'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars He's eatin' bars, yeah wall to wall Door to door, hall to hall He's gonna eat 'em all Rapture, be pure
bradley Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > That would explain the serious labor shortages we > are seeing. The food service industry seems > especially hard-hit. Maybe they were just more > righteous than those of us left behind.
No it's just that people are scared and afraid [of eating out]... and everything else (except themselves, ironically).
What we are experiencing is The Rupture.
The rapture is beginning though: ID card, Credit Card, VAX card, Safe Passage card, Trustworthy card, Personality card, Reservation card, NOT Crazy card, etc., etc., etc.
It'll be over when all this over. And over and over and over again.
I would be hesitant. The benefits package would have to convincing bc that's a one way ticket to never coming back and completely unknown living situation. Death would probably come sooner if you leave because getting sick and dying likely increases if in complete new environment.
Food service worker, here. It's not the Rapture that caused the labor shortage, it's the conditions. I've been working six days a week since August trying to keep the restaurant/bar/bowling alley clean. I deal with leaking garbage bags, frosting stains on carpet that STILL aren't coming out, clocking in two hours earlier on League mornings (I clock in at 4 a.m. on non-League mornings), Guinness puke on the walls and floor of the restrooms, and Utahans (I live in a college town in Eastern Washington and we had a horde of Utahans last week to see BYU play). Not to mention, we've had customers hit servers for enforcing the "Masks required to enter" policy.
I don't have work tomorrow, so that's something good. Plus, if we're going to stay open during the Plague, I'm going to make damn sure the place is clean and sanitized!