Two years ago today was the first day of the remote work life. It was new, exciting, and nerve-wracking, but finding a new work rhythm turned out to be easier than expected. There was no anniversary celebration today, because parties of one get old really quick. Oops. I meant, because every day is a party around here. Ex-cla-mation point!
The day also saw minimal recognition of St. Patrick’s Day,
but that was due purely to a lack of planning. There has been a craving for corned
beef for a couple weeks, but zero interest in cooking a corned beef and
cabbage dinner for one. I wanted it for one meal, not for a month. Being a remote work
day, there was no easy access to a restaurant that might be serving such a
delicacy that could be gotten to and back during the usual 30 minute lunch break.
Not exactly St. Patrick's Day food. |
Now it’s already been six full months into the new hybrid life and the return to “life outside.” It’s been at least as nerve-wracking as the start of remote life, just in different and prolonged ways.
The office stress is related
largely to the logistics of leaving the house to which I would be content in remaining confined. There are wardrobe issues, prepping the dog for my departure, packing
lunch, and getting out the door and downtown three days a week. It’s dreadful,
although once I get to the office, it’s less awful and mostly worth it. Mostly.
There really needs to be some sort of finishing school to
polish off the burrs for those of us who started out awkward and devolved to a full-blown
feral state after the lengthy stretch of not participating in society. Please help.
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