Greg stalked around the corner, back from his meeting, looking every bit a man ready for action. I watched as he strode past my desk without a second glance. His normal jovial demeanour was gone, replaced with a pursed mouth lurking under his greying ginger beard. He leaned over Rachel's cubicle wall and whispered something … Continue reading Fire Drill
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Saturday Night
Saturday night. The party night. The pinnacle of the weekend. The time when everything feels great. That moment in which work can be completely forgotten about - far enough removed from Friday afternoon and yet not close enough to Monday to warrant worrying about work. Saturday night is that wonderful time when a few casual … Continue reading Saturday Night
Labour Day
I crested the hill in my SUV and flew down the other side, briefly losing control with the unexpected bounce and subsequent swerve. Ignoring my skipped heart beat I rammed my foot down on the pedal and the engine revved loudly in reluctance before relenting to raise the speedometer dial at a disappointing rate. The … Continue reading Labour Day
MVP: Minimal Viable Performance
"Yes but what is the M-V-P here?" Carl drawled with only a half-hidden sense of a sneer lurking on his round but well manicured face. Oh no, he must have been on one of those government-funded training courses about agile project management where all the public servants aspiring for senior leadership go to schmooze and … Continue reading MVP: Minimal Viable Performance
Writing makes me happy
"You've been so much happier the last week. What's going on?" Someone very close and dear to me recently observed that my outward happiness had drastically and obviously increased. My first response was to tell them to go fuck themselves because I've always been a little ray of sunshine regardless of what they think. Then … Continue reading Writing makes me happy
Jack Brumby 