Anxiety with covid

So I guess it's no surprise to everyone that eventually our lives will be required to return to normal. This shit terrifies me. To be completely honest, what this pandemic has shown me is how careless I've been living my life. It is not more important than ever to sanitise regularly and watch how closely you stand with people. I think that this virus has begun an important conversation about how we conduct ourselves. Life as we knew it, has changed. The world has changed. For the better or worse? Still trying to figure that part out. I'm currently working from home and I know that eventually the day is going to come where I'm going to be asked to pack up all my stuff and come back. How can life be the same again? Will I still have a desk buddy? Can more than one person queue for the coffee machine?

I've tried wearing a face mask for as long as possible to get used to it and it is hell. It's like humid Spain on my face and rainy UK on the rest of my body. It gets so warm and uncomfortable and the Idea of sitting in one for 8 hours (I applaud anyone who has to) is so undesirable.

I guess like with everything, we'll get used to it right? I mean the way some of us had to change our lives to comply with government demands has been a lengthy process. The idea of working from home for me means that I get to spend more time with Mark. It means I don't need to arrive at work two hours early just to get a fucking parking space (which everyday, I had to fight like 6 people for). I can eat good food instead of vending machine junk and the nearest cafe was so expensive. You're talking a mortgage for a BBQ chicken wrap!

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