If you were to send me a zoom invite, and force me to turn on a camera into my little world, let me tell you what you would see; some fake ass shit! Zoom to me is the stuffed bra of our new COVID lives. If you really tried to see what’s under the shirt, all tissue!
I set up my computer at my kitchen table, which is in the back corner of the room. It makes it so much easier for me to make sure that little corner of my world is clean, but even more than that it is literally the only corner of my home that is actually decorated. The rest of my home is comfy and filled with love, but isn’t something you would see in a Home and Garden magazine (I don’t look at home decor magazines, so I don’t even know if that is a good one to reference here).
This really got me thinking about all the other little 2 cubic cm people I see on my screen and what is really going on in their backgrounds. Are their lives just as crazy as mine? What if for one meeting we could all just agree that if I show you mine, you’ll show me yours.
I would love to think the executives that seem to be so well put together, if they panned the rest of their space we would see empty take out boxes from the night before, or kids sprawled out on the floor with their notebooks and homework all over the floor. If they showed me their kitchen, the kitchen sink would be filled with last night’s dishes like mine. Which, truly, my kitchen sink is full of dishes right now, which I feel like I should be SO ashamed of! Taking away the fact that I am not trying to say the responsibility of dishes relies solely on me like I’m out of some Leave It To Beaver episode; my household all helps out. BUT I did swear to myself that I would stay on top of my house, and make people clean up after themselves. I would make Ricky and Brooke do the dishes every night. If we are stuck in this house then I want to make it feel comfortable and not smell like tacos from the night before. Except, some nights I just can’t give a fuck so this morning I’m typing and having wafts of cumin come by every so often.
ANYWAY, my point is, zoom has turned into a snobby bitch that is adding unneeded stress in our lives. I stopped stuffing my bra in college, so I need to stop faking it with my zoom feed also. Although, I don’t know if I can be the one to go first, so who will go first? Anyone willing to show theirs?
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