I worked in an office for ~25 years prior to the pandemic, but I have grown to hate it. Getting up early, showering, wearing fucking khakis and polo shirts, the commute, half height cube walls, looking at the tops of everyone's heads and at all of the people walking by in the aisle, soul sucking fluorescent lighting overhead, always feeling watched, never able to adequately concentrate because of all the distractions, being chained to my desk all day until finally getting to drive home through that traffic again, and then being exhausted for the rest of the evening, every goddamn weekday.
For the past 16 months I can't say that I've been very productive, but I have been largely free of the stress of the daily grind. Now, reality is returning. It's time for me to get up early, put on my monkey suit and go sit in a cube all day, doing shit I don't care about, for people that don't really care about me, for the rest of my life until I'm too old be useful. I am truly dreading it.
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