Me, “It’s Marilyn Manson. Bo, “No, it’s Depeche Mode” Me, “It’s like one of the only two Marilyn Manson song I like, Your Own Personal Jesus.”
Reflections on the challenges of balancing life in a constantly shifting world
Me, “It’s Marilyn Manson. Bo, “No, it’s Depeche Mode” Me, “It’s like one of the only two Marilyn Manson song I like, Your Own Personal Jesus.”
Customer: “Are we going to finish on time?I am not seeing a lot of progress, but I am still paying the same amount every week.”
Homeless, Broke and Ugly. It’s one of the panhandler’s signs from the popular spot at the intersection of the freeway, police station, cannabis shop two
Thursday was take your child to work day. While I work from home that day and did not see the display of kids in the
This week, I got nothing. Nothing is ready for posting. Sure, I have three partial posts with great themes, a day of hooky, discussion versus decision and the feeling of joy when you find out, it’s not just you. So what? Nothing is ready for this week’s post. The last couple of weeks at work, I’ve maniacally researched, questioned and shown a new program is not ready for release. The implementation team discounted my findings.
“This development is agile and this release is a minimum viable product, like a cake with no icing. The icing comes later”
“But your cake is not baked; you have nothing to serve.”
Me, “Wait, you were pumping gas at 5:30 am and someone opened the door and stole your iPad off the passenger seat?” James, “Yes, and