| Tea: | Milk, no sugar (and keep it coming) |
Updating website, LinkedIn to reflect my changed professional direction over recent years.
TL;DR - less time being well paid to talk about intangible things in a hypothetical way, more time on the ground being badly paid but getting on with actually supporting people and fixing things.
Randomly, this weekend suddenly got a flurry of emails from@google about blogposts I published using blogger in autumn 2000 and spring 2001 to a domain I haven’t used since 2003 or owned since 2007.
Went to blogger.com (redirect to google acc) & discovered all these random blogs + blogposts that google still thinks are live and is busily reviewing for content and putting behind maturity warnings for language. So weird. All now deleted but a good reminder that the internet’s memory is looooong.
All of this kerfuffle about the evils of office cake are missing the point.
The *office* is the problem.
(I don’t like cake, and I’m not big on forced sociability, so this ritual was usually lost on me. And the place had a consulting gig which insisted it was jargon free but then spelled cake time as “caek!” because whimsy 🙄 can absolutely get in the bin. But if people want cake, let them eat cake. Just don’t force them to do it.)
(Wouldn’t have hurt to offer tiffin once in a while though)
When I’m there, I see folk posting stuff that I have a perspective on, or potential answer to, and I feel the familiar habitual twitch that I need to reply.
16 years of daily anything burns synaptic pathways deep.
But here’s the thing: I feel the urge, but don’t do it. Feel the moment, sit in it, but don’t react. Think the thought and let it pass.
You don’t need to say it. You don’t need to say it there. The world will continue without you, me or anyone else flopping thoughtfarts on Twitter.