I said this probably wouldn't be a trilogy, and yet here we are. Hopefully getting the third and final part out there will free up my mind to think of something else to write about.
I also haven't written anything more than that exceeds Twitter's limit of 280 characters for a couple of months - so wanted to exercise my fingers. Well. I've written code, but that doesn't really count.
It looks like we are to return to the office in some kind of hybrid capacity. Am I happy about it? Am I fuck. Have I expressed my unhappiness about it? Absolutely. Does that change anything? Ha.
Not quite long enough...
Alright, fine, I'll write some more.
The gist of it is that we're being expected to do at least two days in the office per week (more if we want.. 😉), one of those days has to be a Monday - and we get to choose the second day. I've opted for Tuesday as my regular second day, though hopefully there will be some flexibility around this.
How did we get to that point? Well, as those of you who know me will know... I can be quite stubborn, occasionally to my detriment. I wont go into too much detail, but at one point almost quit on the spot. For now, at least, I'm glad that I talked myself out of that - stability is especially important in the current climate.
Around the end of April (with 21st June creeping up on us) I was starting to get more anxious about the fact that we had yet to hear any plans for what a "return to normal" would look like. I don't like to just sit and get worried, that way madness lies. To put it briefly, I had conversations that ended in answers I didn't like, got frustrated, misplaced that frustration, and got more stressed. In the end, I recognised that the stress wasn't doing me any good, and that I was also causing unnecessary stress for my boss, so I apologised to him and agreed to acquiesce. For now at least.
I guess, when all is said and done, two days a week of miserable schlepping to a place I really don't want to be is better than five days a week of miserable schlepping to a place that I really don't want to be. I'd much rather it was none, but the quest for that is more effort than it is worth right now.
And hey, at least 21st June became 19th July. Maybe the 19th July will become some other time. I wouldn't mind that too much.
No. Too long
Fine. Back to office 2/5 days. Am sad. Could be worse though.
Vanity bonus... Here is a photograph he took of Kathrin and I on our wedding day. It's one of my favourite photos of us ever :)