So I had a substance issue that was thrown into throttle by the pandemic. I’ve been WFH for 3 years in a big city but small apt. After 3 years I started to go a bit crazy and using a bit much.
So upon intervention my fiancé said either go back to work or I’m leaving. She goes into office 5 days a week for the past year. Easy choice right?
So I go to work, back to office, 3 days a week. But good lord…I don’t know what’s worse, the isolationism of being alone at home for 3 years or the isolationism of being back in the office in a bull pen. I mean the process of going in is marginally better than staying at home and blurring lines of home and work, but Jesus Christ on a motor bike, the psychology of cubicles and a windowless existence for hours on end cannot be ok. Idk where I want to use more: at home or in the office on my lunch break.
Like the fact that a cubicle is ever so much better than what is akin to solitary confinement, what the fuck is wrong with offices. It should illegal to deny people a basic comfortable work environment.
End rant, thank you for reading, I just had to get this out