Today was sad. Many of us, including the person who trained me into the job I love doing, are re-gearing to work from home. They don't know for how long this will last. My standard valedictory has been "Good luck, stay safe, stay healthy, and I'll see you on the other side. Don't go on any cruises."
We had a pizza meeting where everyone sat six feet apart. We talked about normie things, like cats and diapers and how a wet-wipe heater is an absolute necessity for all parents, because if you're changing a diaper then the touch of a cold wet-wipe can very easily stimulate your baby into pissing all over the place. I had plenty of cat stories, such as about when I was younger and we had a dog who had no understanding of personal space; luckily we adopted a particularly calm and intelligent kitten who thoroughly educated the dog about that concept within hours of being introduced. The dog became a very good dog for the rest of his life.
It's strange, how much your outlook on the world can change once you finally find work that you really fucking enjoy. So much other shit in life doesn't matter to you anymore. You're no longer slaving away in a state of misery for the sake of paying the bills; you're alive for once. You're coming to work because you want to. You're no longer trying to compete with your coworkers and getting caught up in petty rivalries and political wars; you're just doing what you do best and having a blast.
I hope I don't wind up cut off from everybody, forced to interact with them only from behind a screen many miles away. And I hope society doesn't wind up forced to remain that way. People are so much nicer to each other in person.
