an uber swerved into my lane to cut the dropoff line at the convention center this morning, necessitating a brake test. however this being the bike lane, he realized he couldn’t fit, and i had lots of time to give him a middle finger and look him in the eye. it is a small but important pleasure.
sometimes when you have five software guys positing increasingly ludicrous theories on why they can’t connect to various pieces of hardware, you just need the project manager to drink two beers, crawl under the machine and debug usb nonsense until it fucking works again, for a mere $240/hr..
gonna tell my client that i have concepts of a plan instead of a prototype at the final design review in december.
i am 1000% here for her trolling him on his pettiest shit after she finishes making her point then laughing in the split screen.
Your campaign slogan is your last name and the last text you sent. COLONNA: any requests from trader joes?
rages at cheap-ass employer for their silence about not renewing the subsidized bikeshare memberships. discounts on the parking garage remain.
yesterday afternoon as we’re walking down the street to pick up our kid, my wife says she sees him from a block away. i squint, and reply, “i don’t think that’s him, i think that’s like, two small kids on top of each other”
had me worried for a second, i work with a ton of belarusians and have many spectrometers and other scientific instruments. i don’t know him! (i’m impressed tho, we stopped making prototypes of any kind in minsk because it was impossible to buy or ship parts there, even before the invasion)
