I look around for cameras and if I find one, I stare at it for the whole ride. No one really watches those things unless something is being investigated so on the rare chance someone sees it, I’ll just be an oddity in a much more interesting tale.

Usually I just take the stairs though. I hate surveillance.

So it pretty much boils down to “well the firefighters can’t work from home so nobody else should be able to either” and “won’t anyone think about the diners and coffee shops?!” There was also some rumbling about being more productive by being physically in the office. Bleh.

I feel like this destroys the only thing I enjoyed about Covid: the complete lack of traffic. You know who else probably enjoyed it? The f****ing firefighters, waste management, and emergency service personnel.

Personally, I live outside in the nicer months. I absolutely hate being in a box indoors when the temperature is 55F+. It’s dark and gloomy and makes me feel like a trapped rat and makes me very anxious. Of course, I also have a ton of tattoos and my family has a propensity for skin cancer so I have to take a lot of precautions.

I stick to the dense shade provided by conifers or nearby structures, I wear loose-fitting long sleeves, and you will never see me without sunglasses unless it’s night time. I also wear neutrogena sunscreens that don’t leave a residue or scent on my skin because I hate how particles stick to oils and wasps/bees/flies love smelly-good things.

On a side note, I wouldn’t put too much stock in how stores break up products by sex. I don’t wear makeup and only wear men’s clothing and I’m a woman. I’ve never gotten a weird look shopping for boxers. The only people I know that burn scented candles at home are men, and they are predominantly seen as a “woman” thing despite being located in generally sex-neutral areas of stores. The weird boundaries around items make no sense to me.