Thursday, January 12, 2023

More of a management problem

 He walked into Herkimer coffee, where the girl working the counter was still beautiful but not quite as radiant as the first time he'd seen her. Last time he was there he'd been uncaffeinated, like really uncaffeinated; it'd been two months since he'd had caffeine. But this time it'd been 20 minutes since he'd had caffeine, 100mg in a FocusAid with yerba mate. 

Can I get a 12 oz oat milk latte? He said to the bearded guy working the espresso machine. Men in coffee shops in Seattle tended to be bearded. He himself was bearded, but that was out of sloth. He also believed the beard accentuated his eyes; there'd been some scintillating eye contact in the last few days. 

The beautiful girl didn't ask him how he was doing. The exchange was perfunctory. He took his oat milk latte to a stool by the window, looking out at Phinney Ridge. Behind him he could smell the coffee roasting. What a treat to be in a place where they roasted coffee on site, not like smelly Colombia where the coffee was roasted two months before in vietnam. 

After the coffee he walked around green lake, which was less than three miles but more than two. And then he went back to the boat and did yoga and a cold plunge. For the cold plunge he stayed in the water 10 seconds. That was his goal. Ten seconds. Ten seconds was his goal. And he met his goal. He met his goal but didn't exceed it. He did yoga. The girl at the coffee shop. Radiant. A walk around green lake. Oat milk latte. Oat milk. Oat milk. Oat milk. Latte. Green lake. Radiant. 

Wait! Wait! Actually, he didn't walk around green lake. Or he did. It doesn't matter. Ok, it matters a little bit. He walked around green lake, but then after he didn't go home. He got ANOTHER coffee at milstead. He looked at flights to Japan. 

Ok the flights to Japan part is also a lie. 

He looked at flights to Mexico city. 

His dad had told him that morning that he DIDN'T pass the interpreter test. But it didn't matter. He hadn't expected to pass. 

To the level of what AutoCAD could do in 2000...

Almost none of it is rocket science...

But it's a lot of hard work...

In some ways it's more of a management problem...





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