Again in what seems like one other lifetime, I might shut my laptop computer at midday daily, rush into the elevator, wave to the safety guard, who all the time wished me a “good lunch,” and step out into the cool San Francisco air. Typically, I’d seize a tofu burrito from the Señor Sisig meals truck, or a tuna soften from Cafe Venue. Different instances, I’d microwave Thai curry leftovers in a tupperware and toss it in my bag. After which, off to Yerba Buena Gardens, the closest patch of greenery to the busy intersection the place I labored, Fifth and Mission streets.
Infrequently, I met a coworker or buddy to lounge on the garden with. However most instances I used to be alone, sunning myself on a rock, studying a guide, or watching the waterfall in entrance of the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial whereas I stretched my sore shoulders. Now, seven months into work-from-home (facet observe: I’m very grateful to have a job that enables me to work safely from house), moments of peace through the work day like these have vanished.