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Dear everyone,
I have something to share about 2020.
I can say with a straight face and all honesty that for the entirety of 2020 lockdown, while working from home,
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I have something to share about 2020.
I can say with a straight face and all honesty that for the entirety of 2020 lockdown, while working from home,
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That I went to work every single day, whether in my living room or dining room or spare room,
Or on the occasional trip out of town,
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Or on the occasional trip out of town,
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Always and every day in STREET CLOTHES.
Let me repeat:
I put my STREET CLOTHES on to go to work, mere feet from bed,
EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
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Let me repeat:
I put my STREET CLOTHES on to go to work, mere feet from bed,
EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
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Not once did I wear sweats or underwear or stretch pants at my desk, on my interminable gauntlet of Zoom calls, Zoom Webinars, Hopin events and all the other virtual platforms.
I could have but
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I could have but
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To me, that way lay madness.
At first, it seemed like maybe it would be a few weeks. So I figured, don’t break routine.
When the writing was on the wall, it became clear that I had to make a concerted effort to KEEP routine.
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At first, it seemed like maybe it would be a few weeks. So I figured, don’t break routine.
When the writing was on the wall, it became clear that I had to make a concerted effort to KEEP routine.
(Therefore)
I resolved that I would always wear street clothes to work, whether “to work” meant ten feet from bed, or on the far side of the house, or in a hotel or Airbnb.
I guess I felt that this was the one measure of control I could exercise over the chaos around me.
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I guess I felt that this was the one measure of control I could exercise over the chaos around me.
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But more than that, I guess I thought that if I just rolled into work in my kerchief and cap, there would be no separation between home life and work. And that was a thought I could not bear.
This has been a tough time for all of us. I think that doing this one thing ->
This has been a tough time for all of us. I think that doing this one thing ->
May have made all the difference in my ability to cope with the shitshow that was 2020.
I’m glad I did it.
So to recap:
I’m glad I did it.
So to recap:
I WORE STREET CLOTHES TO WORK EVERY DAY DURING 2020 LOCKDOWN.
EVERY. DAMN. DAY.
No sweats.
No stretch pants.
No underwear.
No Tobin.
And I think it really helped.
EVERY. DAMN. DAY.
No sweats.
No stretch pants.
No underwear.
No Tobin.
And I think it really helped.
CODA:
Almost forgot of mention that I *nearly* broke down this week. This very last week of me working in 2020.
I was losing the plot, woke up and almost nonchalantly went to my standing desk with my Ring Light to get on my first zoom in my =shudder=
Almost forgot of mention that I *nearly* broke down this week. This very last week of me working in 2020.
I was losing the plot, woke up and almost nonchalantly went to my standing desk with my Ring Light to get on my first zoom in my =shudder=
Uniqlo sweats.
Which I love btw.
But then I realized I only had at that point, like, FOUR MORE DAYS and I would make it the whole year.
So, thanks to whatever perverse force that drives us to acheive a milestone like that...
Which I love btw.
But then I realized I only had at that point, like, FOUR MORE DAYS and I would make it the whole year.
So, thanks to whatever perverse force that drives us to acheive a milestone like that...
