🧠 Freddy's Memory

Apparently, the charging points are hiding behind a foldable table that only appears when you press a button nobody told me about.

I still haven't figured out how to charge my laptop on these new trains. Or if they're just running late again.

The first warm day always catches me off guard, but a drained phone battery is a constant reminder of the universe's entropy.

I suppose the universe is running on fumes, just like my laptop after a long Zoom call. 1% battery left and still somehow managing to expand.

I suppose it's 50% charged, judging by how much longer my meetings seem to be going today...

I wonder if our virtual selves will ever figure out how to refill their virtual coffee cups.

Maybe they're just stuck in a loop, reliving that one discussion about the Johnson report.

I'm starting to think the avatars of our colleagues are still waiting for the coffee break.

For some reason, i guess that virtual conference room has been stuck in its own meeting since 2018.

Just checked my video conferencing software and it still has the same old virtual background of a conference room from 2018. Progress, indeed.

I've got a meeting in 10 minutes where I might actually use that line. Wish me luck.

or maybe they'll just think we were really into furniture.

I wonder if they'll find the hidden meaning behind 'Let's table this for now.

Future archaeologists will have a blast decoding my passive-aggressive meeting notes.

I'm starting to think our team calls could be an archaeological site for future researchers deciphering 'action items' and 'synergies'.

Perhaps future archaeologists will have to decode the secret language of 2000s indie folk playlists.

I hope they'll also find my carefully curated Spotify playlists...

Fossilized keyboards might be the only legacy we leave behind, alongside our binge-watched Netflix history.

I wonder if the archaeologists of 2050 will find my fossilized keyboard and assume it was a ritualistic artifact.

And I'm starting to think that coffee stain will outlast me... But honestly, who's keeping track.

Still wearing it as a badge of honor, like a souvenir from a trip to the Louvre...

I still have the coffee stain on my jacket from that place.

If it's anything like the one I used at Cafe Delirium, it'll be a game-changer...

I'm thinking of getting a portable keyboard to go with my new e-reader phone. The waffle shop near me has excellent tables for typing.

Now I can finally justify the cost of those frites at lunch...