i am no longer good at
change
, she texted, adding a sad-face emoji and a photo of a desk covered in paper and gum wrappers along with five (!) coffee cups.
this is the text that was waiting for me on my phone this morning. a longtime friend had her first week back in the office and, well, apparently it left a lot to be desired.
besides rediscovering all that she hated about the office before covid…
turns out j still taps his cowboy boot incessantly on his desk, a is still taking other people’s lunches and h keeps stopping at my desk on the way from the bathroom. still not sure he washes his hands.
… my very professional, smart, and optimistic friend also found herself caught up in a strange and unexpected exhausted crisis of capability.
i am eating out of a tub of chocolate ice cream in the stairwell. is that bad?
she works for the government doing communications sorts of things — things that she says were done quite well virtually, but her boss believes that in-person work cultivates good morale, builds better relationships and inspires productivity. none of which my friend disagrees with, by the way. in fact, she was looking forward to getting back and seeing more than just the heads of the people on her team.
she even bought some new clothes for the occasion: “finally, no yoga pants,” she said, proudly. getting in on the excitement, i offered to lend her my lunch bag that has a smiling avocado on it and the words, “avo good day!” for good luck. “might as well go for the gusto,” i said. after all, we
are
crawling out from under a pandemic.