I see you- An Open Letter To Grocery Workers

Dear grocery workers,

I see you. You did not have that friendly smile on your face today as you were ringing up my groceries. It’s ok. I can only imagine your life right now. Though I fuss and cuss that I do not have a job to go to, I would not want to be in your shoes right now. 

You are essential. However, I do not see your titles in the headlines of the observer or news. I do not see businesses offering you free shoes to wear or free meals. Instead, I see customers arguing with you for not having an item in stock. I also notice the only thing protecting you from customers is a piece of plexiglass the size of a computer screen. 

I see you working endless hours filling orders for grocery deliveries and curb side pickup because others are afraid to risk their health while you are sacrificing yours.

Your hair is a mess and you simply did not feel like applying make up or shaving today. I get it. You are working overtime so everyone can go home to their families and pack their cupboards. You are tired, yet you are not complaining or asking for handouts.

You didn’t ask for this. You did not get up one day and say “I want to be a grocery store clerk”. No, you took a job because you needed an income. Your pay is on the lower end of the scale and you probably live paycheck to pay check. You had no idea you would one day be on the front lines of a pandemic war with a virus claimed to be so contagious that they shut down Churches, schools, beaches, and dental offices.

You come face to face with every person in the town not knowing if they are carrying a virus or a cold. 

I pray for you and all other essential workers every day. You sacrifice your health so others can stay safe. You are appreciated.

Thanks for all you do.

We see you.