April 27th, 2022 @ 8:30 pm
i went back to work for the first time in two years this week! my company is on a tues/weds schedule for now. they are saying they’re testing this scheduling for whatever reason, as if we’ve not been home getting shit done for two years…
i’ve never looked at working from home as a right, i’ve always thought of it as a privilege. i have an annoyingly strict work ethic, and i come from a generation where it wasn’t the norm and it wasn’t an automatic right. with that being said, i understand the stance of most companies wanting people to go back to the office. shit, if i was paying rent somewhere for an office for people to have desks that they didn’t come in, i’d be like that too. i’m guessing the entitled bunch that just think WFH is a right might not even consider that (not that corporate america is truly hurting, but i get it).
i get that the pay cut option is a good solution for that problem, but some companies are stuck in leases for multiple years… but i digress.
for me, i think it’s going to take some physical getting used to (i felt like pure shit the two days i went in this week), so i might change my mind… but i think i would prefer to work from home fully, with the ability to go in whenever i want to (and ffs, on a four day work week schedule already…yeesh!).
in my mind, the elephant in the room for the “we need you back at the office” is that a lot of people are doing whatever tf they want when they’re home. like, your bosses aren’t stupid. your managers aren’t stupid. in addition to making your personal life’s hours more flexible, what you do is more flexible, bc they can’t look over at you. you’re not sitting mere desks away…
i would say majority of people i know are doing whatever tf they want at home. i have a coworker that tells me he wines at home during the day, another coworker used to workout, i have a friends that sits around getting high at home all day, hell – even my other half has twitch, youtube and edits music while at home, etc. – shit, i jump in the shower sometimes, myself. i unload/load the dishwasher and get caught up in convos with my UPS guy… it’s happening. i’m sick of people just pretending like they’re not doing these things while being “sUpEr PrOdUcTiVe At HoMe”.
i’m not saying these people aren’t getting work done, but it PAINS people to admit they’re doing whatever they want, and i find it so irritating.
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my body did not like being at the office for these two first days. first off, my coffee/breakfast/poop schedule was off, lol. i HATE having to poop at the office. i woke up early on tuesday to have coffee at home before i left the house to ensure i would just poop here and get it over with. well, my body was like “nah“.
i took the express bus in, because it’s easier than dealing with the walk to the train, the train filled with a billion goons not wearing masks, then the 1 train (ew). i couldn’t fall asleep on the bus like i used to, which annoyed me. oscy wasn’t feeling so good the night before, so i didn’t have enough rest. i felt like shit and wanted to sneak in that express bus nap. i didn’t even think about the fact that there are so many idiots commuting via driving vs. taking public transportation when i had my morning coffee. once we hit the end of the midtown tunnel, we sat there for a few mins in traffic and i had to pee so badly, i thought i was going to cry.
once i got to the office, i wasn’t hungry. i felt thrown off all day. i forced myself to have lunch with my coworkers at noon, but i felt like shit after eating it.
our keurig at work doesn’t make my coffees the size i drink at home, which is also throwing me off. since i haven’t had starbucks since the pandemic started, i rely on k-cup coffee to get me through the day. i can’t sacrifice two of them to make one of my coffees.
i went out for lunch alone on wednesday and it was so weird. so many things have closed! i went to my two usual spots and they weren’t there, so i crossed the street and went down into rockefeller center and it’s all under construction. i took a wrong turn and ended up in a dead end and settled for a fucking $25 burger/fries. like, i should not be doing that. i really have to go food shopping and start bringing lunch, bc i’m not about to bankrupt myself doing lunch there all the time.
the rest of the time was good. catching up with people was nice, raiding take shelves was nice, being in society felt nice, seeing graff and stickers in midtown felt good, even having longer routine walks was nice (i walk from my office to penn and from bell blvd train station to my house).
it was so gross finding so many expired things at my desk – my hot sauce was some weird color with some chunky shit floating in it, my mini-fridge died, i had vitamin water that was expired, i like, forgot how to do things. i didn’t know what we did or didn’t have at the office (water), i forgot we don’t have trash cans at our desks – just recycling (oops), we have new security things in the lobby, etc. – it felt like the first day at school or a new job or some shit. the routine was just completely broken.
one week at a time, i suppose. i just wish my friends and i could squeeze in time on those days to make it feel even better.