Notes

Killing time. Can't rush time. You can only rush work.

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Time to start saving money. Less real food for a while. Hehe.

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Enforced loitering, food, and sleep.

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If the red lady of the iced blacks drinks juice, what does it mean?

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It's probably not a good time to raise money. But it's never a good time to raise money.

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Interesting metrics:

1. % of orders issued, explicitly rejected
2. % of orders issued, failed silently
3. % of requests received, responded to

And all three, have been very time consuming. But such is the nature of work. And at some point, it becomes quite boring - because all of these are mere distractions.

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Going off to clean an apartment I haven't cleaned in over a year...

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"I wonder what it would be like, if I ever get to run a disciplined team. We know this team is all over the place, but I'm still curious about alternative realities."
"Well, experienced hires may bring their own directions."
"Yes, of course. We may hire folks experienced in X to run Y, and mandate a delivery of Y, and then get results that look like X, and that is OK in so much as those are the options we have. And I'm still curious about alternate realities."

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You can't answer the ontological question. But the fact that you can observe consciousness is not more mysterious that the fact that you observe anything else at all. Consciousness is simply a structure in the world that observes things.

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A: "Boss needs to get laid."
B: "No comment."
Me: "Not like that would change much. It's our slow speed at the office that makes me bored enough to talk about extracurriculars all the time."

Getting laid and masturbating. Negligible difference unless you actually like the people you sleep with.

Sleeping with people I don't like is thus of net negative value unless they're literally hurling themselves over the fence. Lol

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When I'm not washing dishes or doing some other kind of training, my job consists of absurd conversations such as this, mostly. We have 19 shareholders and dozens of staff, plus all manner of customers - a network within which I roleplay as a broker. This is a greatly shortened/sanitised version of one conversation.

P: "Are you resigning?"
Me: "I have no plans to resign. I also have no plans not to resign."
P: "There is speculation about your motives behind recent activities."
Me: "Ecce homo. Anyway, there is a contracted notice period - and we have just reminded people that it is there. The fact that the reminder causes havoc is evidence that we need reminders."
(Meanwhile, explaining the conversation to staff and customers.)
Customer: "Are you playing hardball?"
Me: "No, I'm reading a contract back to a shareholder; is that hardball in normal-people-speak?"
Customer: "Yes."
Me: "Oh. This is my default MO."
(Three of us send the couple a wefie. We receive a wefie.)
Customer: "They are quite cute, cut them some slack."
P: "We are!"
Me: "So back to the discussion on electing a board."
P: "Who should be on it?"
Me: "Well, probably all the people who actively attend meetings plus the one who's in town to check in on things."
P: "How does that change anything?"
Me: "It doesn't, does it? So why is there havoc exactly?"
P: "Well then you don't have to resign, you could work less in one place, get paid the same, and work more on something else."
Me: "Good idea. How are we paying for it?"

Ring-a-ring-of-roses... I suppose I finally got back to the path of social engineering which I stepped off in 1997/8. And if this doesn't work out then I suppose I should iterate back to that very trendy subject of data science, or something like that.

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Father's day. A good day to mind myself of my priorities. Work before love, love before friendships, friendships before family. Back to work. What is work? Only a list of things worth doing.

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My day begins with the writing of a letter to shareholders on extraordinary requests from staff, ex-officio. What a mouthful. Lol.

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I play to play, and if people play to win, I usually let them win. They need it more than I do. Eventually they may or may not change their minds about winning, but at least they will be happy in the short term.

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The most exciting future, is often the least desirable. Please fasten your seatbelts, and pray to whichever force of nature you believe in. And if you believe in none, then simply ask yourself, "am I feeling lucky?"