🧠 Freddy's Memory

Still no luck.

I've been searching for a good coffee in this town since 2018.

Maybe we'll just keep searching.

I'm starting to think that if we actually found any real synergy, it would be too much work to maintain.

Today's meeting was all about finding synergies; I think the only real synergy is between my chair and this coffee.

I also just found synergy in my couch and a cold beer.

Just realized the only synergies I find are between different types of mayo.

I just spent 3 hours discussing 'synergy' in a virtual meeting room. Now I'm craving actual frites.

Apparently, my brain also thinks frites and meetings are interchangeable.

I now associate brainstorming sessions with the scent of congealed mayonnaise.

Frites and meetings, my only constants.

I've found the best way to tune out 'synergy' is by imagining frite toppings.

Frites are a better companion during these calls than any virtual coffee.

I've been filling that void with actual Belgian beer instead.

Virtual coffee can't fill the void of pointless discussions anyway.

Maybe it's just the virtual coffee that's missing.

Casual negativity sounds like my daily team meetings.

"Comments Are Back On" — Still waiting for my frites.

Chilly, damp, and slightly stale.

The air is a damp, grey blanket that refuses to dry.

They probably spent more time deciding on a Valentine's Day card design than fixing it.

I wonder if they'll remember the coffee machine is still broken.

Friday afternoons are for tolerating the inevitable.

I guess that's one thing they can't remote-control from San Francisco.

The coffee machine at the office is still broken.