John Marston
GAF's very own treasure goblin
We just started getting back to the office 2 days a week.
My first day back was fine. It was a good feeling overall, looking at familiar faces in the eyes and chit chatting.
But then around 10AM I started having cold sweats and shortness of breath just sitting at my desk.
I got up and went home in a spectacular Irish Goodbye.
Back home I felt better. I was back in my Castle. My safe place of the last 3 years.
Was this a panic attack? I never felt this before. Zero logic.
I seriously underestimated the damage those last 3 years of isolation did to me.
I lost the ability to small talk. When I speak more than 3 or 4 minutes I sometimes hesitate/stutter because all the talk I've done lately is "Hello" and "Thank you!" when I go at the supermarket and pharmacy.
I lived like a hermit in a cave & I'm paying the price
Physically I'm fine, I did a lot of long walks and some bike rides during the pandemic.
I'm just socially broken and have to learn again.
Thankfully my Lead understands.
I will only do half days as a progressive comeback the next 4 days much like I did when I came back after a year off sick leave in 2019.
My goal is to work full office days tuesday wednesday and thursday with mondays & fridays working at home.
This really took me by surprise because I was looking forward going back to work and this curveball kicked my ass out of nowhere.
But today was good! No cold sweats.
I did sometimes feel like Mickey Mouse at Disneyworld when coworkers would spot and flock towards me because I'm appreciated and been there over 15 years.
I am thankful for my Lead's empathy and confident I'll be back to "normal" in a week or two.
Anybody feel the same or am I the only rabid wolf in here?
My first day back was fine. It was a good feeling overall, looking at familiar faces in the eyes and chit chatting.
But then around 10AM I started having cold sweats and shortness of breath just sitting at my desk.
I got up and went home in a spectacular Irish Goodbye.
Back home I felt better. I was back in my Castle. My safe place of the last 3 years.
Was this a panic attack? I never felt this before. Zero logic.
I seriously underestimated the damage those last 3 years of isolation did to me.
I lost the ability to small talk. When I speak more than 3 or 4 minutes I sometimes hesitate/stutter because all the talk I've done lately is "Hello" and "Thank you!" when I go at the supermarket and pharmacy.
I lived like a hermit in a cave & I'm paying the price
Physically I'm fine, I did a lot of long walks and some bike rides during the pandemic.
I'm just socially broken and have to learn again.
Thankfully my Lead understands.
I will only do half days as a progressive comeback the next 4 days much like I did when I came back after a year off sick leave in 2019.
My goal is to work full office days tuesday wednesday and thursday with mondays & fridays working at home.
This really took me by surprise because I was looking forward going back to work and this curveball kicked my ass out of nowhere.
But today was good! No cold sweats.
I did sometimes feel like Mickey Mouse at Disneyworld when coworkers would spot and flock towards me because I'm appreciated and been there over 15 years.
I am thankful for my Lead's empathy and confident I'll be back to "normal" in a week or two.
Anybody feel the same or am I the only rabid wolf in here?