Other than wearing a mask everywhere and sanitising groceries my general habits haven't changed all that much.
Which carries over to my hobbies.
They're mostly indoors and entirely solitary ventures, which is tailor made for global viral pandemic times.
I play video games, read, write, cook, can food, fix up my house to make it comfier and safer, do woodworking, hand carve/whittle, garden, hike/camp, forage in my yard, create and sew patches, rug hook, knit/crochet. And the list goes on.
It's kind of nice to have things to do that don't rely heavily on outside sources to function.
My hands shake too much to do any type of drawing or painting. Plus, my art teachers usually didn't like most things that I tried making. Maybe that's only because they never gave me enough time to finish any of the projects they assigned to me. I have thought about building things that have instructions, but I don't have much space to put anything else in my house.
My art teachers didn't like my stuff either.
I didn't fit their preferred style so they wrote me off.
Now I design and digitise logos for my own business and create patches as well.
Teachers aren't always the best gauge for ability or talent.
It's been a fucked up world to work in for most of my life.
Minimum wage where I live is $14/hour, before the government did that jump it was $12/hour.
When the increase took effect my last place of employment just reduced the starting wage of their supervisors/machine operators by at least $2 to offset the potential loss.
I was making $16/hour doing a job that started at $18.50 six years before I started, and I had to fight for three months to get bumped up to $18/hour when a new operator was hired at the same wage as me. I had 2 years experience, could run every machine line they have, was a trainer on four of those lines, wrote several of the Standard Operating Procedures for those lines including health and safety guidelines, was on the joint health and safety committee, and learned Spanish so that I could better work with my crews of mostly offshore workers. Raises were infrequently annual and never exceeded 2%, overtime was not a thing, yet my work days routinely reached 12-15 hours, they would post tomorrow's work schedule somewhere between 4pm-6pm today, sometime I'd work a month straight of shifts like that without a day off, then get one or two and be right back in for more. They took advantage of the offshore program every way they could because the government pays a portion of offshore worker's wages, benefits, etc, and continually try to get better deals because "Canadians don't want to do the work so we need more migrant workers to keep the business afloat". While they make upwards of a hundred million dollars annually. Then I get to go home read articles in my local newspaper/online about how my generation is lazy because we aren't willing to work blue collar jobs like our parents did and earn our way in the world, we just want everything handed to us for nothing. So many companies are going this route and bleeding people dry, and not just young people, yet everyone points their fingers at the victims of a disgusting system instead of looking a bit higher at why these people actually don't want to do the work. It's an amazingly frustrating place to be in when all I want to do is live a comfortable life, be able to afford having children and a home at the same time, and maybe not work myself to death to break even. It's just, defeating.
Not being paid appropriately for my time and abilities while my employers expected 1000% dedication to their regime.
My dad got a union factory job in 1980 and made enough money during his working like to sustain a family of five.
Both parents need to work full time now to afford maybe one kid if they live frugally.
We don't make nearly as much as our parents and everything costs significantly more (and more every year), you can only make people work for peanuts for so long before they start giving you monkey work. Broad sweeping generalisations have always bothered me, but not nearly as much as being called lazy because I'm forced into a corner where I have to decide between killing myself for the job that doesn't pay my bills or living with my mom forever.
I've got a lot of angry feelings toward this subject in general, but being considered lazy because I want to live a comfortable life with reasonable support is by far the most infuriating.