It seems okay, probably. Even though many people are leaving, which makes the workstation feel empty. I don’t pretend to like them all. I thought it would be terrible to handle things with fewer people—well, turns out it is fine. People are resilient enough to manage. I was thinking it was just about me, but now I think it’s the same for everyone who remains.
It seems easier, recently. With more spare time and more empty workstations, I mostly sit and learn things about programming—frameworks or languages. Winter has come. Snow remains on the street, but it’s not cold. For some reason, I prefer to sit and learn alone during lunch, whereas before, when people were around, I took a walk every noon.
It seems quieter, personally. I don’t speak much when I sit and handle my things—I guess because no one sits nearby. But I have plenty of conversations when work requires it. Most of the time, my headphones are on. I’m learning, and sometimes I message colleagues when they reach out to me. It reminds me of my postgraduate life, during breaks or vacations, when I would sit in the law school library—a very old and quiet place, even though it was the tiniest of all the libraries.