March 17th 2020
Today I began my 3-12 month stint of working from home as the world learns to cope with Coronavirus. If today is anything to go by, this is going to be a struggle. Working from home makes me tired and hungry and bored. Tired because there’s a bed. Hungry because there’s food. Bored because there’s no one else around.
I did pop into the office this morning to collect some stuff. Who knows when we’ll be allowed back there, so I stole what I could: a monitor, a docking station, a charger, an emotional support dragon named scorch.
I feel like Scorch is going to have to provide a lot of emotional support over the next 3-12 months, but I’m not going to be the only one that needs him so we’ll have to share custody of him around the group.
I took scorch home and set up an office in my bedroom. I considered doing it on the dining table so that I’m not literally stuck in the same room all day every day, but my bedroom has a desk and it’s my own space, whereas in the dining room I’d be worried about disturbing my flatmate.
I’m quite happy with how my setup turned out, to be fair. I still have three screens, like I do at the office. I still have a mouse and keyboard, like I do at the office. I still have a decent chair, like I do at the office. I’m still surrounded by all of my favourite people, like I am at the… oh actually I’m stuck in the room all day by myself for the next year FUCK THIS.
We’ve implemented various communication tools so that we can all stay in touch, so I could at least see the others through video chat and speak to them over skype, but it’s not the same. It’s never going to be the same.
Until tomorrow, the world has changed.