I should have a lot of time on my hands because I’ve been working from home since forever. But I seem to be even busier than usual.
So obviously because of my job nature as a pharmaceutical sales rep, we’ve been wfh longer than the usual person because we were banned from visiting hospitals and clinics much earlier. But perhaps my company feel that we should not get paid for twiddling our thumbs, they’ve come up with many ridiculous things for us to do.
It’s all boring stuff so I shall spare you the details but let’s just say I’m dying to go back to work. Our government has decided to put us in this thing they call the circuit breaker. In my opinion, it is just a fancy name for a semi-lockdown. And yet there are still many idiots roaming the streets. It’s supposed to run till 4th of May, but with the alarming rise in positive cases day by day, I say we might only get to see the light of freedom in June or so.
And because I can’t even go for boxing classes, and all I’m doing all day is eating and sitting around, the kilos have caught up with me I’m sure. So my sister and I decided to get our fat asses moving, and we’re doing home workouts three times a week in our corridor. I do not have high hopes of losing weight, but I sure hope I don’t pile on any more pounds.
A part of me is extremely paranoid. When I get an itchy throat or feel a cough coming I’m like holy shit this is it. And then I’m afraid I’ll pass it on to my parents who are considered the vulnerable age group. Actually, I myself am vulnerable. Because fucking diabetes puts you at high risk for every shit thing on this planet. Thanks.
There is absolutely no point to this post. My body clock is still screwed. But I just wanted to let you all know that I’m still alive (just in case anyone is wondering). This pandemic is affecting almost every corner of the world, so I hope all of you are keeping well and good. I know many of you are in home quarantine too, but I hope no one goes insane from cabin fever. This too, shall pass.