The morning commute was never really my thing.
It’s never really anybody’s thing. But even more for me because I am not a morning person, and I hate driving. A non-morning person who hates to drive at any time of the day not just in the morning. Not a very good combination. That's why I always live so close to the office or the commercial area so i don’t have to drive so far. Then, I hate the whole act of the office. The picking what to wear, ensuring it matches with your mood of the day, that can take me hours. Some days I just rather do a tee shirt and leggings to embrace the whole “I just rolled outta bed” look.
Then, there’s the greeting and chatting and asking about everyone’s family that comes with the office candor, this is peculiar to Nigeria, the whole “Oh I love your outfit” "where did you get those shoes, that bag, that dress?” the oohs and the aahs. I find it utterly redundant. They usually wait until it's lunch or office water cooler time to exchange all those kinds of dribbles in America.
Then, Covid19 came along and changed all that so people like me didn’t have to deal with that bullsh*t. It just cut it off with the swiftness and now we all get to sit at home in our sweatpants and admire our shoes and bags gathering dust and hope that we can get to wear them on the weekends, if at all.
Life has a way of sorting some bullsh*t out, doesn’t it?
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