Working from home has given me enough time to explore my hidden talents. The latest one I discovered is poetry!
Two years of working from home;
Dining table is now my new dome.
Background noise has become music to my ear;
Silence of meeting rooms is something I can’t bear.
Guests at home expect a greeting;
They don’t care even if I am in a meeting.
Colleagues often ask if I can go mute;
Interruptions by kids is often considered cute.
Forget onsite travels to Paris, London or Rome;
I don’t even step out of my home.
I don’t miss spending hours in traffic;
Even if the only silent place at home is the attic.
While I crave for the coffee office boy brew;
Fresh meals served during lunch is a dream come true.
Mondays are not that bad anymore;
Albeit there are still days that I can’t endure.
Office wardrobe doesn’t fit me any longer;
Pajamas and t-shirts are way more stronger.
When the house maid doesn’t come over to do the daily chores;
That is probably the only time I wish to have been outdoors.
My team expects me to show up in office once in a while;
If I don’t follow instructions, they consider me hostile.
Hybrid workplace is here to stay;
However I wish long working hours to go away.
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