I’m in Month 10 of working from home, and as much as I like it, I’ve decided that it has made me much creepier than before (unintentionally).
When you work from home, you are privy to patterns and minutiae of the world outside that others are completely unaware of. It’s like having an ongoing conversation with other people who have no idea they’re part of the conversation:
“Heading off to work a little later than usual, Brown Hair?”
“Trying out the front exit for a change, Same Pants?”
“Backing the car into your parking space for a change, Volvo? What’s the occasion?”
Perhaps the worst part of this is that I’m genuinely curious about these people’s habits. Why does Straight Hair come home every day at noon for 15 minutes? If Soccer Shorts stays home all day watching TV, how does she afford her apartment? And what kind of a job does Messy Car have that goes from 7:30 in the morning to 8:00 at night?
It’s like the most mundane mystery novel ever.
Is it just me who does this? I hope not, but I’m willing to face judgment if so.