I Guess I Have to Start Somewhere…

This has to be a short one. It’s the starter & I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing here.
Introductions: This is a personal space, with a window for the world to look in. But above all, it will be me, uncensored and raw, just the way I am in my own head.
It says Notes from Saturdays because there’s this tiny window of time on a Saturday morning or early afternoon, when I feel this life is mine & I have all the time in the world for myself to do ANYTHING. & that’s when I usually write. The rest of the week, I bottle it up. I get too busy existing externally.

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Office Shorts #2

Incoming email: Hi A, Thanks for the responses. I’ve given the matter a bit of thought and can’t reach a definite conclusion based on the information. I think it’s worthwhile having a quick workshop to clarify a few questions I’ve added in red. Can you all please confirm your availability this afternoon at X:30. X:30 pm (Joining the Teams meeting of 8): -Hello. X+1:15 pm (Unmuting, muting, unmuting): -No, that was on Level 10 but yes, fairly s... (interrupted by Bob from Christchurch) X+2:30 pm -Thanks everyone. Bye. (Sigh, removes headset like a torture device)

Hi in 2024

It’s been a while. Lately, I’ve been collecting all of my scattered notes from years. I find them on paper, in countless notebooks. l find them more recently in scattered word files on my work laptop. Bizarrely yet another evidence of the absence of boundary between private and corporate life. I came to take these notes and put them in the chronological order of my 67 page long Word file and delete the blog, then I realize I have 45 of these posts here. It suddenly felt unfair, like a crime against an entity with arms and legs. I think I’ll leave it here. It will be a bit of work transferring it to my file. I’ll give it a go. As for me in 2024, it’s more of the same in a new city, a bigger city in an apartment on the 16th floor overlooking the harbor. Other than that, it’s more of the same me maybe with less hair and a less fit body.

Office Shorts #1

I spent about a day creating this fabulous series of spreadsheets that talked to each other. I automated all the design so when Brian changed the input daily, my design & output would flow like a beautiful stream through the smooth paths meticulously engineered in Excel. Every one of the 4895 cells was revised, refined, tuned. I even got some help from some smart kid & automated it even more, so now 3 programs talked together flawlessly with one click. Hazza! Brian went and renamed the main folder where one of my spreadsheets resides from Foundation to 9.0 Foundation. Fuck!

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