WTF! SORRY, WFH

Fellas, we are again at WFH. You know what, there’s “actually” no differences between WTF & WFH (Work from Home); “They are the same, bro”. Need an explanation? Its right here-

Remember, there was a golden time; when people used to commute to office. Chill out for an hour preparing oneself to sit on his own desk, chit-chats with work BFFs for god knows how long on no particular topic, and with no time there comes the launch time. After that, the post launch gossip along with tea sip. More one or two, sometimes three tea breaks at the later part of the day. & in between all these activities people used to “WORK”. And that’s how it actually works!

But these days, these WFH days are more likely to say, “WTF WFH days!” Yes. Sorry, but not sorry. These days are all like, Rihanna screaming- work, work, work…hurt, hurt, hurt. It’s called “work from home” but in disguise of “hell lot of work” for both home and office altogether. Making the home itself a home of horrors. Causing us some deadly work stressors.

Being at WFH we got to dive into a sea of information every day. And these information causing floods in our head. Making us diluted and forcing us into fearsome adaptability for no good reason. Every WFH survivors got to meet the unpredictable schedules, people are having 40 minutes zoom meeting which could be simple text message.

And who aren’t affected by the unrealistic deadlines! Each of the WFH soldiers are! Well, you better call them WFH martyrs (take no offense). And then there’s come sleep deprivation along with nightmares. Because as they say and we believe so- “At WFH, work is never over”.

But, works should be done for the day. That’s your right to yourself. So, rest up fellas. Take a chill pill and sleep. You know, when they haven’t got enough rest, surgeons slip or may be leave scissors in your belly and drivers on the highway play real time road rash and crash. So, set up an after work ritual. Give your brain a signal that tells, “Work is over” for the day.

Lastly, a simple reminder of how our offices used to be; and what meant to us. I am sure, you can’t agree more if you are missing the following things…

1. The affectionate salaam from guard mama (whether they like you or not)

2. The stray dogs at office gate (either you’re a fond of them neither are they)

3. The beloved Bijoy Sornoi Traffic Signal (Where you used to stuck for hours and you could write a book about a Brief history of time)

4. The never ending construction works of Metro Rail (Don’t you miss the dust particles in the air? I know, you do)

5. Last but not the least, the VIP moving across the street. (Leaving you there, to curse the whole national system, causing your HR, adding up your late fees)

The writer is a creative controller at Grey Bangladesh.