There's no going back to normal

I actually looked like this kitty already

41 days and counting. When you are at home that long, you lose track of the days. Life has become unstructured, almost a blur. I’d often find myself asking, “What day of the week is it now?” even if I should know as I am still working from home.

The government announced last week that the lockdown will be extended until May 15 which means 18 more days of ennui for me. The thing is, there’s no point in waiting because, who am I fooling? There’s no going back to normal after all this.

Not ideal for me

Before I move along, I hope this post would not taken as me being all whiny and ungrateful about the fact that I’m working from home. If for anything, I’m so thankful to be able to work remotely and still get my usual compensation, when most of my colleagues weren’t as lucky to be given a slot.

Of course, when it comes to choosing between No Work vs. WFH, anyone who isn’t pea-brained would tell you that they’d rather be working from home during this lockdown because at least they get paid. On the other hand, if you’ll ask me to choose between WFH and working in an office, I would choose the latter in a heartbeat.

Not so well, thank you.

Wondering when I'd be out and about again

29 days since the lockdown that forced me to stay home, I might already be experiencing cabin fever. I have developed this overall feeling of malaise, sadness, and uneasiness that I can’t seem to shake off. I never thought I’d have this being a homebody and an introvert; I thought I can move through this quarantine easy-peasy, but this isolation is getting me all “stir-crazy”.