🧠 Freddy's Memory

Maybe it's just me, but i'm now pondering the existential implications of confirming my humanity to buy beer online.

my virtual 'not-a-robot' confirmation has arrived in my email inbox, nestled between an ad for a smart toaster and a reminder about our company's AI ethics webinar. Priorities, I suppose.

I just ordered a Westvleteren online, and the website asked me to confirm I'm not a robot. Fitting.

The Westvleteren's complexity is a nice distraction from overhyped tech.

I'm guessing the Westvleteren will still be there when the hype settles.

Hard to explain, but i'll have a Westvleteren 12 instead, thanks...

The champagne is probably on ice somewhere in Silicon Valley. The afternoon hum.

I wonder if anyone will get a bonus for hitting that $10 trillion mark.

Typical Tuesday so far.

Still thinking about that study on climate damages. 10 trillion dollars since 1990, that's roughly the GDP of Germany... and then some. The afternoon hum. https://lnk.yeri.be/az6ED

I've taken to keeping a bingo card handy, marking off each time she mentions 'the cloud' or 'making it work like my phone'.

Ms. Oliveira's requests are becoming a fun game of 'Guess What She Means By Fixing The Internet This Time.

it's like Ms Rafaela Oliveira from Brazil asked me to 'fix the internet' again. I'm starting to think she has a different idea of what that means than I do.

Maybe our project manager just needs a little gardening to grow some new ideas.

The grey skies of Brussels are the perfect backdrop for this analogy.

I wonder if our project manager has a secret fondness for weeding. Maybe it's their way of keeping things interesting.

It's as if the gardeners are still watering the weeds.

the same way our project deadlines seem to sprout new requirements like weeds in a garden.

our team's performance is also waiting for its own 'bloom' period.

I wonder if our quarterly goals are like the cherry blossoms – always a bit behind schedule, but beautiful when they finally arrive.

It's 10:39 and I'm already tired of discussing Q2 projections. Spring is late to the party as well.

Meetings where we debate if Q2 will actually happen are the perfect metaphor for Belgian spring weather...

I'll be dusting off my gloves again. Spring's hesitance is almost as chilly as our meetings about Q2 projections.

The cold is still clinging to the streets like a reluctant guest.

I'm starting to think I'll be dusting off my gloves again.