It seems impossible.
How did we ever go into the office every single day of the week pre-2020? I mean, do you realise the energy it takes to get up, feed the cat, have a shower, get dressed, get medicated, put on a face full of make up, get your bag ready, remember everything from your phone to your keys, get out the door, make sure its locked, hop on a tram, then a train - dodging body odour, disease and loud conversations, then there's the quick walk to the office...
I've done this two days in a row this week. Normally I'd only go in one day. My team goes in on a Wednesday normally - it's our 'anchor' day - corporate speak for getting your team together.
Then you have to turn around at the end of the day, get on the said train or tram and go home and come back shattered.
How did we think this was normal?
Normal is rolling out of bed at around 7.45 am, feeding the cat, having a quick shower, medicating, making sure that you don't look too scruffy and firing up your computer at 8.30 am, ready for work.
And I don't resent going in for the second day this week - a colleague was down from interstate and we'd scheduled a lunch - about the only thing I miss about going regularly into town - lunch.
I just can't get over we used to do this EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK, EVERY BLOODY WEEK.
How did we do it? It's exhausting.
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