Living the Commuters Dream.
Let’s start from the beginning when I wake up bright and early. Completely inspired and the entire world at my fingertips.
Except not really because I’m usually pretty groggy and somewhat distressed from all the strange lockdown dreams.
As a result, I tend to lie in bed for a while in a bit of a daze, repeatedly checking on social media until I feel ready to ascend while tricking myself into thinking that I’m slightly productive by checking and answering emails.
Then, when the caffeine addiction takes over, I finally ascend.
This is when I make the first of many cups of coffee that I will be drinking throughout the day.
One caffeinated beverage and a vitamin D supplement later, prescribed by none other than my very own mother, it’s time to head to the office.
And by the office, I mean the sofa.
Here is where I spend most of the day, now that I’m not allowed to go anywhere that isn’t a supermarket.
I work until late afternoon, still in a bit of a daze. Chatting to friends online so I can still feel somewhat included in the world and adding things to the basket that I certainly can’t afford now that I’m receiving 80% of my original pay.
Whenever the fatigue sets in from staring at the screen all day, I usually decide to go for a walk.
The same mundane walk around the field behind my house that I do every day just to feel something. I chuck on some music or a podcast, and I get some fresh air. Usually, I find that I’m in the company of other emotionally flatlined people doing the same walk as me.