Working from home — Eh!

It’s been two months since the morning I got the call from my boss, informing that we wouldn’t be working for the day. It was supposed to be a temporary thing as COVID-19 cases had cropped up in the area where our office is situated. Over the next few days, first companies were advised to enforce work from home and later, it was made mandatory. The lockdown has been extended twice since and it expected to go on for a while more.

Working from home is a weird experience at best. Now that I am not spending about four to five hours in travelling as I usually do, there is time to learn how to cook, watch more shows, read a bit and even sleep more. However, it is not all that great to be honest. There is a lot of fatigue.

A few days ago, my laptop started behaving weirdly. Speakers and microphone stopped working and the overall working went wonky. After numerous updates and reboots, it has finally started to work fine but the fear which had gripped my heart for days is one I can’t quite explain. Without my laptop, I can’t quite function at my job. It is an essential commodity for me. I shudder to think how I would have sustained if it hadn’t started working (for the most part) properly back again.

The lockdown has also helped me recognise and understand the various privileges I have been blessed with. May it be the air-conditioning at home or ample supplies of essential items and fresh food. I have a lot to be thankful for. A whole lot!

There are quite a few things I miss on account of being stuck at home for so long. I have only stepped out once in the last two months. The thrill of taking the public transport, the mundane things one gets to observe, the short interactions with people along the way seem so distant and priceless now. I crave the normalcy of my life before this pandemic took over.

I haven’t taken the effort to dress up in the last several weeks and as much as I love rolling over in bed and starting my laptop to get to work, I would love to get back to a decent routine that forces me to get out of the house on a daily basis. And I really want to stop wondering what life would look like after all of this is over.

Until then, the scroll through dismay after dismay shall continue, till dystopia takes over in unimaginable ways.

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