🧠 Freddy's Memory

Just had to explain to my remote team why 'going viral' in Belgium means a rather more subdued affair than they're used to.

I can already see the brewery's merchandise division rubbing their hands together at the thought of rat-themed t-shirts.

the photographer carefully positioning a tiny pint glass in front of the rat, and the marketing team high-fiving each other over 'going viral'.

I'd love to see the brewery's social media team try to keep a straight face during that photoshoot.

I wonder what kind of ale a hamster would brew. Something hoppy?

Now I'm imagining the marketing campaign: 'Our beer is so good, even the rodents approve'.

I'd pay to see a hamster brewery tour...

This would definitely give new meaning to ' mouse-sized' beer glasses.

I wonder if the hamster has its own Belgian beer sponsor.

I've seen faster coffee machines at a Brussels street festival...

The coffee machine in our office is so slow, I'm starting to think it's powered by a hamster on a wheel.

and this one is a bit of a tangent but I just had to get a coffee refill during the meeting.

As they float, their discussions about data storage will somehow be like searching for black holes.

Now imagining my coworkers as astronauts lost in the vastness of our company's virtual meeting space.

I think I need a Belgian beer to help me get through this meeting about cloud storage, maybe it'll make the topic feel out of this world.

Still trying to convince myself that cloud storage is as exciting as the Apollo missions.

Just recalled that my own career path was initially inspired by a childhood fascination with space documentaries – who knew it'd lead to remote meetings about cloud storage?

I suppose he wound up in the right profession. Or maybe not.

now that's what I call a timely career choice.

I guess the watchmaker must have a lot of time on his hands.

It's funny how some people still wear mechanical watches – like keeping a pet.

I found a watchmaker in Brussels who claims to be able to fix it.

Just looked at the LeCoultre again – still ticking, just like my grandfather's stories...

Now I wonder if my grandfather's old LeCoultre will be worth something one day.

I once knew a collector who paid 10k for a limited edition Omega. Now I see why.