It’s not all bad — remote work policy is now a major topic. You’d be laughed out of any number of job interviews for asking about remote work policy, whereas now it’s a completely fair question.
My local grocery store is staffed by remote workers at night.
And when they say no, I laugh at them!
The office building where I work kind of looks like one of those abandoned buildings in Chernobyl. Everyone went remote but they were reluctant to fully embrace it so they kept the office except no one ever went in and now everything’s just covered in dust.
I don’t know why they just don’t sell the building lease. Maybe they can’t find anyone to buy it.
If we’re talking politically, covid wasn’t the turning point.
If we’re talking socializing, then covid wasn’t the turning point either, however it was sort of a point of no return or something. Not sure how to describe it.
I’ve seen plenty of romanticizing of pre-covid days from people around the ages of 18-23 today. Back when they still had friends and their life together, and they never really recovered from the isolation at a critical point.
Covid was like that part in adventure movies where characters have to run accross a bridge as it’s collapsing and look back then say “that was our only way to return, we have to keep going now”
Except instead of hiking their adventurer backpacks up and setting off into the dense jungle in front of them, it’s clicking a “forgot password” link and opening a tab with their email while they wait for the new password to log in to zoom or something.
It’s interesting to me. I got out and made more friends after covid. Didn’t stop me…
Did it happen during key development years for you?
They already do. Like, “remember when fast food places used to have a dollar menu, and you could buy a dozen eggs for two bucks?”
Yep, things changed, but it’s more like it’s all mask off now.
Before covid it was all like this, except the majority could pretend things were fine.
Now it’s part of the common zeitgeist that things are not fine.
I like to say that we are now in the endgame.
“We used to be so fleshpilled. It’s 2050, and all these skinmonglers are still fucking with my moo’.”
A cacophony of approving moos rise from a worn speaker. The faint outline of a smile is illuminated by the gentle red light of a whirring monitor.
If my grandchildren get to leave their squishy meat suits I’ll be so happy for them
Yeah but the next step is amalgatronic goo. I’d take meat suit over that any day. It’s one step away from bionic net suit though. Here’s to the 2070s
Almagatronic goo is the name of my second EP.
