Damn commute

 

As I have lamented time and again, I am having to come in to work twice a week. I need to use a satellite navigator since I am totally not used to the roads. Given that I use a motorway (highway) I would forever use a navigator since it would warn me of any incidents and upcoming events in advance. I am also out of touch with handling so many things too. There is my phone, my car keys, laptop bag, handbag (which contains lunch, snacks for kids for pickup, mask and the kitchen sink). I keep forgetting one thing or the other and its super annoying.

Yesterday I could not locate my car in the car park! That was the first horrible thing. It was literally there and I could not see it! How ridiculous. At one point of the journey, I was concentrating so hard on following the directions on the satnav, I totally missed seeing a signal turn red! Thankfully the traffic was slowly ramping up, there were a load of honking vehicles and ended up clearing the traffic. It was such a horrible mistake which had my legs shaking! Reached school safely and was greeted with the angelic faces of my kids.

 

I tell you I am not liking this commuting business at all!

Been 2 months or is it 2 years?

 Both. 2 months since I last posted. There was nothing sensational to post. Life went on in its own merry pace which is what we need now is'nt it? The pandemic is more or less a thing of the past. And while that holds true, another thing of the past is the back. GOING BACK TO OFFICE. It has been over 2 years since we went to work. And on 21st March, we were summoned back. 

I hated any conversation about going back to work. I loved my work place which was bang in the middle of the city. I used to have monthly lunch dates with K which I loved. Over the pandemic, my company gave up the lease of the office space and took up one with a subsidiary. Now this place in in the middle of nowhere. It is a dry office building. And I dislike the commute which will force me to drive every day. No more reading a  book while commuting to work. Also I had built my life around working from home. I did the pick ups. I was there when the kids were back. We were able to extend their after school activities. All that would change. I started looking for jobs, fully remote ones. I did manage an offer but the remuneration was not what I was after, so I had to decline it. 

The anticipation of returning to work was horrible for me. I could not imagine the rush of dashing through the morning. My mornings after some quiet time at work involve running behind the girls, plaiting their hair and getting their breakfast sorted. But things would be different once at work. I was full of a weird trepidation. Like I used to feel when I used to come home on vacation from my college hostel. I would keep counting my days of pure bliss. And as the time to go back to hostel came closer I would be filled with dread. It was similar now. As the day came closer, I felt weird and uncomfortable.

But anyways the day came! I woke before time. Finished my morning chores and got Chiyaa's braid done. I was about to get started with Pumpki, but K stepped in and said that he would do it. I started off to work. My drive was smooth (beginner's luck). I got a bit lost in the office floor where I could'nt find where I was supposed to sit. But otherwise it was all right. 

Lets see how I keep finding this "newest normal".