WFH

I decided to work from home today, but forgot to send out an email to my team to tell them. Apparently, it caused a mass panic at the office. One guy casually asked where I was, and three other people started taking my desk supplies.

The Domestic Experiment

Day 4975

We have reached a new phase of the experiment. I feel we are very close to the end now. During Phase One, we employed the use of  observations and subtle manipulations.  We saw the subject not only do the tasks we had set aside for him, but also accept doing the tasks without fighting back or grumbling.

In the Phase Two, we saw the subject become more independent and actually assign some of the tasks to himself. In that phase, the longest so far, we had actually reached a sort of harmony with the subject; where the tasks were equally divided and we had balance.

No, in this final phase, we have seen the subject starting to take over all of the tasks. While not fair to him from an equality standpoint, I have to say that it's nice to be able to relax while he's slaving away over there. Oops! I just burned my tongue a little on my hot chocolate. I live such a rough life.

Aroo!

Well, it's the day after my first Spartan race, and it's very anticlimactic. After building toward yesterday for over five months, the day after is mundane. I know that everything must return to "normal" tomorrow. But I don't want that normal anymore. That will no longer be enough. Nobody will care about yesterday. Nobody will understand what we achieved. They will go on with their lives and have their problems, petty as they will probably seem to me. And I will no longer care. I have had a taste of more, of something greater. And I can't, or at least don't want to, go back to that life. How can I?