Slogging to the office in traffic...get worked up due to our wonderful taxi drivers and idiotic drivers. Get to the office need to calm down for 30min before you can actually start work. Now co-workers all arrive at different times greeting everybody and yapping which is great for concentration. So wait another hour before it calms down enough to actually start work. Lo and behold now we have a meeting guess what its a Teams meeting. All of us sitting at our desks talking to each other on Teams.
Noise levels at the office and constant interruptions from idiots yapping the whole time. Great for productivity.
Slog back home again in traffic now you in a k@k mood again
If your job can be done 100% from home why TF must we go to the office.
Ooooof, depressing how accurate this is.
I can replay this exact scenario for every place I worked at before 2020. I don't even know how we got work done, it's no wonder multi-month projects dragged on for years sometimes. That bloody morning routine of unpacking your laptop, hunting for long-life plastic milk and dirt-cheap coffee so you can attempt to calm down at a stale desk with those godawful "energizing" white fluorescent office lights after spending an hour cursing at drivers, taxis, flashing robots and your fuel warning light.
The absolute worst were those days when your work was done, or you're just not feeling lekker in the afternoon, tired, demotivated, low blood sugar, whatever, but you look at the clock and it's 13:47. Now you have to sit there deepthroating the newest longest day of your life and watch the clock stuck in an episode of slow-mo guys, desperate to find anything to do that speeds up the suffering, but there's f*kol! Fantasizing about all the adulting odds and ends you need to deal with at home that you could have wrapped up right now, but no, you'll have to wait until the weekend again, while googling to see if the places you gotta go to are even open.
You're even browsing New24 at that point.... when you could have just taken a nap at home and picked up a few loose ends later in the afternoon, evening or early tomorrow morning when you feel like a person again.
The opposite was also true: Many days where teh gods bless you with otherworldly focus and energy but before you know it it's 5:10 PM and you have to drop everything while cursing yourself on the way out for missing the traffic window so now you're absent-mindedly stuck in an irritating sunset slog on your way home so you can spend an hour tomorrow morning rerunning code, re-watching variables, staring at ephemeral notes that only made sense in the moment you lost and the moment you never regain because the day after a rare high-energy event always feels like a hangover. Extra points if the rush meant your laptop didn't go to sleep properly so it cooked itself and your notes into a dark oblivion inside your laptop bag.
Oh and then Highveld winter comes along.....
So every office dweller dropping off snotnose kids carrying every latest production release version of mutated diseases known to man rocks up at the office and before you know it you're sick as a dog and hoping it's bad enough so you can stay at home, 'cause if it's not you have to suffer multiple workdays feeling like s**t and pretending you can work just because you don't look "sick enough" compared to Annette who's 3 cubicles down and can hammer out reports even if she has advanced face-AIDS.
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