A thirty-nine-year-old single guy,
August 18th, 4 p.m.
It's hot.
And
somehow, I too am working in what they call "remote" style.
It's already been two weeks.
I'd wished for it so badly, but once I actually tried it... I have more work than when I was at the office. No — my personal time has shrunk.
I start at the set time, but since nobody around reacts when I go over, once I get started I blow past lunch, and then suddenly it's 9 p.m. and I'm like, oh — it's 9 already. That's happening all too often.
I started working from home to save the Sejong–Seoul commute...
And it has locked up even my daily life inside the house.
The hit or sense of achievement from work isn't as active as before.
There are probably several reasons, but the biggest is that not everyone is remote —
it's only me working from home, and that seems to be where it comes from.
We're apart, and we can't share what's happening in real time,
so our work tempos get out of sync,
and that "we're in this together" sense of solidarity is weaker.
Everyone else is running a marathon and I'm sprinting a 100 m alone — something like that?
Anyway, that's how it is...
Enough rest for now... Time to go run my own race (work) again.
