Just realized that Saturday was my 22nd work anniversary for the current job. It feels just as insane today as it did when I started, 5 companies and a dozen or so positions ago (but still the same job).
And I've only thought about quitting twice today. Well maybe once. The thinking about quitting kinds of runs all together anymore.
At 01:30, is this the 5th espresso for Thursday or the first espresso for Friday? And why am I still working?
I am not in the mood to make coffee right now. And this is clearly an indication that I need to make coffee.
#caffeieneclub
I just used "poking a dead body with a stick" vs "reading the autopsy report" as a metaphor to describe why logs after an event are not always enough.
I'm either having a tough morning or I'm a horrible human being.
I can work with either.
And honestly, I think it's the later because I blamed @wilw because he's been all over my news feed recently (objectively a good thing) and I had Stand By Me in my head because if it.
I'm really not all that interesting, unless you consider the coffee-fueled mania that is the day-to-day struggle of my love affair with data interesting.