Just musing but the idea of working from home keeps pinging in my head this morning as something of a selling feature for listed jobs.
I can’t imagine a less appealing prospect than bringing the place that capitalism demands you inhabit and wear masks in in order to survive, no matter what that job is, into one’s home. There’s no convenience there, just an intrusion. Everything about the notion makes my 5th House in Cancer recoil, not to mention my baseline disgust with capitalist schemes to make you feel fuzzy about servitude to its whims.
I also just thoroughly miss long commutes and the breathing space they provided (when toxic anxiety wasn’t the watchword of the workplace, long long moons ago).
That Star Over There 