When all we have is the work

For many now, remotely working, the only shared experiences are in the work we do together.

No office to go to, no commute, no hallways, or break rooms with cold coffee. No physical building with iconic brand images, unifying colors, and no parking lot. No serendipitous observations of new shirts, haircuts, and glasses to marvel at. These were, in addition to our work and tools, our social objects, the items we circled around to energize us, to comfort us, to frustrate us and humor us. These objects fueled our stories, which built our relationships, which in turn made the less enjoyable aspects of our jobs tolerable. They’re more or less gone and all that remains is the work…

I wonder how this will impact the work?