For years I've been wondering whether the burritos I grew to love in the Mission were like... Actually better, or if it was just a trick of memory. It turns out no, there's a lot going on in those burritos! https://www.reddit.com/r/Seattle/comments/10dmr6a/comment/j4n2ui6/
Nothing is more of a bipolar Friday moment than "video call out of nowhere" into "hey you don't work with me often but I just did 90% of the tasks on your plate for you well see ya". And I still get paid for this!
The most dangerous phrase I've begun telling myself at this job is "I get paid for this", full stop
There's this very cold war status between the other contract hire and I at this job, because a) we've both had to fight over invoices and have been working together to get our damn money, we're on the same project, but b) in the event there IS a full-hire position at the end of this it's not gonna be both of us, and I suspect both of us are looking at this like "how do I get mine"
I may be reading too much into B but there's a real "how honest to respond" vibe to some messages I get.
Surreal moment of the day: discovering someone I lost touch with ages ago who I had presumed dead was not as of October... because they'd written a critical Steam review of the product I was buying myself in the sale.
I guess I'm glad they're around even if we have absolute polar opposite tastes now.
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