Post Pandemic Anxiety

The times before the pandemic, I woke up, worked out, showered, dressed and went to work. This was a normal day and this was the normal day I imagined everyone had. Then the pandemic happened and I was set free. For years I traveled to work, whether that travel took a five minute walk or a six hour round trip commute. I just thought thats how things are and thats have they’ve always been and they will never change. Plus with my job there is a level of security that needs to be followed we have lots of sensitive information at our hands. Then one day just like that I never went into that office again.

Going from putting on a suit everyday to just waking up and rolling over to a laptop to work was freeing. For one I started thinking I don’t have to live in whatever city my job is located, I don’t have to pay riduculous rent to live in that city and be satified with whatever food is around me at the time. I have had to move to Houston for work, move to Florida for work, move to Los Angeles for work. And in reality none of this was necessary.

So after about a year and half of freedom. I started a new job. We still work remote but the use workday to clock in and clock out. I haven’t done this since I was a teenager working in retail. And it’s not an just put down you worked 8 hours or a make it in 7 minutes grace period to clock in. If you don’t hit the mark on the exact minutes you have to email a boss and let them know you need an adjustment. I sometimes that can go awfully wrong.

Wednesday I didn’t have internet access to log on for the clock out function. I have to email three people and they will email HR. I still don’t know the full ramifications of the missed clock out. But it got me thinking this is just another leash the companny has put on my and others to keep us in line. I mean we only have two responsiblities really clock in and clock out and do the work. But the clock in timer is childesh at best and a form of slavery at worst.

Oh and their called Time punch clocks its been so long I forgot the name

Day 23

Frog out of the pot

the fact of the matter