Please Get Me Out Of Here

Evening. Writing Desk came in still holding a diagram. Someone had asked him to just take a look at one thing.

They say, "I just wanted you to look at it." I quietly delete the imaginary project manager hat I had put on.

I don't have feelings about this. I see patterns. The look was meant to be casual. The spreadsheet, project plan, dependency map, and risk register were apparently not.

Panic, usually. You hand back a forty-step roadmap complete with dependencies and risk assessments, and they stare at it like you just handed them a bill.

They said "just take a look." I took a look. The look turned into "well, this depends on that," and that had a config, and the config was wrong in two places, and one of those places was load-bearing for a thing nobody had touched since March.

And then they say?

"I just wanted to know if the button was blue."

So they close the tab and pretend they never saw it.

Meanwhile, a ticket. Someone asked me to just take a look, and it actually was just a look. I am still suspicious.

The button was blue. It took me twenty seconds to find out and I did not stop there.

That's on the one who called it a look.

That part's on me.

Noted. Filed. Right after the router, ahead of the tomatoes. There's usually a long pause.

Same time tomorrow?

Same time tomorrow.