Wednesday, July 14, 2021


Wednesday, July 14, 2021

I've been working remotely since the start of the pandemic last year, and I can't imagine going back to those pre-covid days of having to report for work every day when I could have stayed home and completed the same tasks I would normally do in the office. Why go elsewhere when I can do the same thing from the comfort of my home in less time? 

Since I don't leave the house anymore, the hours I would've spent commuting I can now devote to worthier pursuits in life; I no longer dread rainy days that bring flooding, traffic congestion, and longer commutes. By working remotely, I don't have to exchange small talk with colleagues nor hear their conversations; I can focus on my work without any distractions. During lunchtime, I can eat the meals that I want—the food the I, myself, prepare; I don't have to choose from the measly and oftentimes unpalatable offerings in the canteen. I don't have to spend time in the morning trying to make myself presentable to the world. Because isolating one's self and staying home have become de rigueur, I don't have to pretend anymore. I can stick to my hermitlike existence, to my routine, and nobody would think it strange. 


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