[I consider myself lucky for having the chance of working in the comfort of my home. But what about those who need to go out in the middle of a pandemic? When will they never have to risk themselves just to earn a living and experience the health security they deserved? I just hope this will happen soon.]
As I was writing this with a cup of tea beside me, it made me think of the days where I used to go to the office for work. The journey from my house to the workstation feels like it was ages ago. The pandemic took its toll on us, especially in the working class. I wish there is a restart button, and I will be back in the time where everything seems fine.
THE EVERY DAY COMMUTING STORIES
Weirdly, there are days that I appreciate commuting back and forth. Writing was my hobby since then, and I take this commuting a chance to work with my imagination and practice my writing. I look at places, the road, the people sitting beside me inside the train, the people waiting in line, the vendors, and much more emotions and possible stories I see outside.
Also, I will never know what may happen or what I will encounter while I’m on my ride. Every day is just the same day, but I think of things to look forward to.
THE SMALL AND BIG TALKS
That small talk you make with the person sitting beside you or the person behind you while waiting in line for a ride. Even the smallest conversation that doesn’t matter to me before that I really appreciate now.
Conversation with my friends, workmates, the lady at the carenderia where I always eat. This is the kind of experience that was taken away from me, from us.
IT IS SAD WORKING ALONE
Even if you’re just a student, having group projects, doing assignments with your friends, and school activities are more fun if there is face-to-face interaction.
Right now, most of the time, you are working alone, and that’s what makes it more tiring. I think because the socialization was taken away, it gets sad working alone.