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Two Years Later
Anyone know what’s going on?
Two years ago I was sent home, along with everyone else in my office, to do whatever it is we do (I’m not sure my manager knows what any of us do) from home.
Everything was great.
Remote work is just work.
I’ve been a remote worker for most of my professional career, having worked with teams across the globe. Remote work is my sweet spot, I love it.
We all had time on our hands since we no longer had to commute to the office. And plenty of money since we weren’t buying gas and paying tolls and dropping $15 a day on a crappy lunch.
Some of us lost weight — the found time gave us time to work out.
Some of us gained weight — working from a home office chained us tighter to our desks.
Some of us lost our jobs — due to the government forcing businesses to close.
Some of us created new jobs.
But we were told we were all in this together, so it would all be OK right?
I guess we will be.
But then the messaging changed.
To pretty much nothing.
