Returning to the office: Legions of the vaxxed

I work for a medium sized company and have spent nearly all of the last six months working from home. This was a blessing in disguise because it provided me with additional time to follow and research many aspects of the “pandemic” and launch this very website.

Recently my company began to encourage people to return to the office, at least one or two days a week, on a voluntary basis. I was happy to do this because I was missing the face-to-face social contact and appreciated a change of scenery. I decided to go into the office for two consecutive days.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but my first day back turned out to be underwhelming. There weren’t that many people in, and the people that I saw didn’t appear interested in any conversations beyond exchanging pleasantries. Still, I was able to focus on my work and go for a nice sunny walk at lunchtime, so I was happy to do it all again the next day.

However, my second day in the office was completely different. For a start, there were a lot more people in the building who were generally more senior in terms of both age and position in the company. Within minutes I was being accosted by those keen to talk to me about their medical status.

Mrs C, a woman in her fifties, seemed almost ecstatic to tell me about her adverse reaction to the Oxford-Astrazeneca jab. Within days of receiving it she experienced tightening of the chest, difficulty breathing and a swollen hand, which at one point turned off-colour. She ended up taking an ambulance to the hospital where she was administered prophylactic injections and given a three month course of blood thinners. She remained in hospital for a couple days until her hand swelling went down, and then returned to work. She declared she must have been the “one in a million” to experience blood clots, to which I replied that these side effects were more common than we were being led to believe. She didn’t seem bothered and told me she was still going to get her second jab. She was on the blood thinners so it wouldn’t happen again, right?

Mrs C also told me how nervous she was about returning to the office given there would be more younger people around who were not vaccinated. I asked: Surely having had the “vaccine”, she was now more protected? The comment was basically ignored.

Getting a coffee I bumped into Mr B, an older guy with a good sense of humour. He was keen to have a holiday and visit a relative in Portugal but was worried about the rise in cases there, which he put down to the fact that the “vaccine” programme had not been sufficiently rolled out. This is despite the fact that our Prime Minister had recently stated it was lockdown, not the “vaccines”, that had primarily cut covid cases and deaths in the UK. In reality it was neither, just the fact that we passed through the winter respiratory virus season. I decided to bite my tongue and we went our ways.

I later spoke to Mr B again, who told me he had had the Oxford-Astrazeneca jab about 4 weeks ago and hadn’t experienced any side effects. He wasn’t sure whether the second one would be the same again or a different brand given recent revelations on blood clots. He asked me if I had had the jab, to which I simply said no, and he just carried on the conversation, probably assuming my age cohort hadn’t been invited yet. In fact I had received multiple invites by text message over the last couple months, all of which I had ignored.

Mr B also said he’d gotten out of the regular habit of using anti-bac hand gel, to which I smiled thinking he was joking. But he wasn’t joking. He saw this as a lack of discipline and sternly announced the importance of regularly dousing your hands in the stuff.

Returning to my desk, I overheard many covid comments throughout the day.

One guy who must have been in his late fifties was telling his colleague how his teenage son had basically spent the last year shut in his bedroom. Expecting him to express concern and discuss the mental health and social impact that lockdown had caused his own son, to my horror he abruptly stated “Tough. That’s the way it is”.

A team mate told me how a new fast-food place had opened in town which he went to visit, but when he got there decided against ordering food because the person at the counter was not wearing a mask. Bear in mind that my colleague was sitting barely a metre away from me, in the office where literally no one was wearing a mask.

A senior manager remarked that the meeting rooms in the office were “covid secure” because they had all been wiped down with anti-bacterial wipes. I guess they hadn’t heard that surface transmission of covid was basically non-existent. It’s fine, replied one colleague: “I’ve been jabbed!”

I was relieved to get through to the end of the working day and drive home. When I got to my home town, within a short space of time I saw three ambulances on the road, two of which had their lights and sirens going. Indeed, within the last couple weeks I had seen a noticeable increase in ambulances along my road. I wrote about deaths following “vaccination” back in January, and everything that has happened since then only confirms my analysis that these experimental injections are neither safe nor effective. Let’s see what next week will bring!