Reverse Culture Shock

Last week I had my first hairdresser appointment after over 6 months. I automatically had my FFP2 mask ready as I opened the door...only to see that neither stylists nor customers wore any. Oh. In the past two years, I had always had my hair cut wearing a mask and the hairdresser had worn one too. Now it feels strange and unreal not to. Same in restaurants. I always have my "green pass" app ready when I wait to be seated, but these days, nobody wants to see it. Kay. I have no idea how long this phase will last, but probably not that long before we'll be back in mask-land. Our company decided that after Easter we would inaugurate the "new normal" and should start coming back to the office (at least on some days of the week). Fine with me, but it feels as if after Easter an invisible switch was flipped that says "let's just play Covid-19 is gone now" and not all of the actors have received a full briefing. I'm definitely one of those who sometimes have to take out the script, trying to find her cues.