After two weeks, my body has experienced most of the home office symptoms so far.
High temperature, as my new topless dress code leaves my skin exposed to sunlight at all times.
Body pain, thanks to the proper chair and desk I do not possess.
And of course, sore throat, as my vocal chords now seem to think it’s okay to sing along whatever music comes from the speakers.
The plants enjoy.
My flatmates, not so much.
Good job the house has no HR.