Wednesday, June 17, 2020
It's been three months since I started working from home. At first it was great. I could roll out of bed at like 8:55 am and turn on the computer and be like, okay, I'm here and working.
I guess I should consider myself lucky to have a job that can be done remotely, but I admit it's getting old. I miss seeing people at work, even the strangers I didn't know, crossing paths with them as we walked in and out of the lobby on our way to our various destinations.
I miss going to museums, taking the wife and kids to the zoo, or meeting friends for dinner at some new restaurant.
During a Zoom meeting one of my coworkers mentioned she always has this low level anxiety that just sits there in the background. I knew exactly what she meant. There's a lot going on in the world right now, and it's like in the back of my mind I have this nagging feeling that things are never going to return to normal. I don't know, maybe I'm being overly dramatic. I hope so.
I don't really know what else to say, I'm going to try and write an article a day, one to each of my new communities. Hopefully it'll kick off some creativity, or something. I once wrote an article called Proof of Writing. I guess this is my version of Proof of Work.