Back In The Office

I met up with a colleague today in the actual company office.  We had to book the desks in advance. Masks on every time you go out of your office, and we had to open the window every hour or so (despite the fact there's a dual carriageway outside and it's LOUD).

Odd feeling to be in an office building again.

Even odder is going to the canteen. We could only find a long table to sit at.  One designated place at one end and the other at the other end.  It's not great for conversation.

Getting home on the bus was horrible. The road down to the Hauptbahnhof is three lanes of drivers trying to change lanes and a high percentage of those drivers are idiots.  I had forgotten how the rush hour turns some grown-ups into really badly behaved, spoiled brats.

The journey through the city centre was horrible and long.  And I was grateful when I could get out and walk home, and then I noticed how tense I was.  My shoulders were like set cement, and I was completely on edge.  Jean-Paul Sartre came up with the expression "Hell is other people".  I reckon he travelled by bus too.

The idea of doing that more than once a week is not appealing.

Why the Blip of the key?  Well I am supposed to empty my little chest of drawers.  But it was locked and there was no key.  When I got home I found it in less than a minute.  This means I have to go back into the office either on Thursday or Friday and sort through junk I haven't used in over 17 months.  It could all be getting binned.