Working from home is more tiring than going to office. I feel that the 35 minutes ride to office gave me time to boot, to warm up for the day ahead. Similarly, the ride back home was a nice way to wind down, even though fellow bus travellers tested my patience.
I struggled to sleep, third day in a row and all the while there was only one thought in my head – should I take the day off? Should I login for half a day? Should I be resilient any work a full day?
My logical side insisted: You could relax all I want over the weekend. It is just one more day and you had Wednesday off.
As clock ticked and hours passed, I knew I would only torture myself if I try to get up early in the morning and login for WFH.
I have not cleared my mind, not yet. If anything, there are more worries added to my already-stressed mind.
I am not cut for WFH.